He pushed me back onto the sofa, lay down between my legs, got inside me, and fucked me for four or five minutes. I almost didn't care.He zipped up an... left, just like that. I hunted around for my clothes, and I found my dress, which wasn't too badly wrinkled, but my bra was gone. I guess he took it as another trophy. Either that, or someone in that office will get quite a surprise on Monday morning. So now all I had was a slightly mussed dress and stockings. No panties and no bra for the rest. "Dan, I think there's some breadcrumbs on your beard."I knew what she was getting at. I made the gesture to remove something from my beard, and then lowered my voice."Anyway, I may be being a little too hard on the interface. It's complexity is necessary for the most advanced users. I...I'll redact a couple of suggestions in an email to the web designers later."Of course no such email was ever sent.Lana had been doing this small blackmail number for a couple of weeks now, since she, her. My older 28 year old girlfriend was a bdsm enthusiast. She liked being slapped, kicked, whipped and abused in every way possible. We even went shopping for dog mask and a tail so she can live like a dog. I locked her up in a closet and she refused to eat anything unless it was served in a doggy bowl. Then, within first month, she confessed she wanted to be a prostitute. We sneaked into my mother's room and she tried on her clothes and lingerie. Even though she wasn't as voluptuous as mom, she'd. This was another big moment for me. Though it was predicated on a lie, I knew I wanted to watch, hell, maybe even take part in some way. Gwen an I eventually arrived at an agreement that I could watch, but could not touch unless Gwen said so, and under no circumstances could I be touched by Ricky, her boyfriend. An hour later Gwen, wearing the clothes we wore to the mall, but substantially more makeup, especially on her lips and eyes, pranced downstairs and welcomed Ricky. He had been.