.. someone else...” I replied lamely. “Someone else?” she replied playfully. “Bro, have you ever even kissed a girl?” she joked. “Betty Cr...wford,” I replied quickly, without thinking. She genuinely laughed now. “Betty Crawford? That was seventh grade, Jared. You're telling me you never even kissed a girl in high school?” Now I actually did blush. “Well maybe it's because...” Without a word, Dani approached me, brushed her hair out of her face, and pressed her lips against mine. She pried my. He is going to hurt more. Should I take youoff the bed slut? Would you like to be tied somewhere else?" She says softly."No mistress, " he answers, "I am fine here. I am as comfortableas possible, please don't move me." That is what I was afraid of slut. I think it is time to put you on thecross. We can't have you being comfortable during punishment." She whisperseyeing her slut up and down.She slides down to the foot of the bed and runs her fingers teasingly overhis legs. She then steps off. About 10 years ago, my wife used to attend Bunco parties in a different neighborhood. If you are not familiar with Bunco, it is a dice game and from what I understand popular with women as a night out, at least in our area. It is an excuse to get together and have a few drinks. At the time, my wife was about 42. She is about 5’9′ and 140lbs, brown hair and green eyes. On one of these nights I dropped my wife off with plans for her to either call for a ride or catch a ride with one of her. We both knew what we wanted, and we wanted each other. in a way we have needed each other during these years apart and today was no different. years of built up tension will result in consequences, me being here is an effect of those decisions to be apart for so long. ill take blame for that. for so long she has watched me date women who were wrong for me. for so long she said nothing until recently after my latest breakup. "we need boundaries…this is way to much for me to handle", she.