I would take it with both hands." Bartand said, gently choosing his words carefully.Well now its out there, however she responds is how I shall see th... rest of my life. She has been on my mind for four years, and since she left me all I have are headaches. Maybe my headaches will now stop, if I know the truth.Pixie kept her eyes ahead, as if she was thinking and perhaps trying to not let her eyes meet Bartand's."Well... if I had the chance also with you Bartand, I would take it with both my. It's still hard to believe attimes that I... we... that we ever had a brother. I remember him verywell, but I have trouble sometimes remembering what he looked like. Doyou remember William?"Shelly paused, "Sort of..." then shook her head sadly "No, not too muchI guess." "You were so young. I guess for you, there's only been me and Beth,huh?" Shelly didn't confirm or deny any part of her question. Instead,she sat and listened."Back then, there was always something that needed fixing. Mom. I am His canvas, His muse. He demands twenty spanks on the right ass cheek, I inflict the contact at his command. His voice, my hand, his marks. My body is His. My holes are His. He is my everything. The taboo world of bdsm and D/s relationships has been glinted at in mainstream literature. In the early 50’s, a woman hid behind a pen name and gave us “The Story of O”. And it was this intriguing tale that brought me into the web of leather and latex. O’s ability to submit entirely and live at. She lay on my shoulder as she usually does and began lightly playing with my cock. Shortly there was a bit of stirring and she took this as her cue to continue. She knows I love talking dirty so she whispered that she wanted me and then asked if she could suck my cock. I love it when she asks. She really is a good cock sucker. Knows when and where to apply the proper pressure and I constantly tell her if I was younger there is no way I would be able to hold off. She doesn't swallow but that.