“Probably not.”“Why not?” Dave leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth. “Tim’s asked me the same thing,” Cindy sighed. “And?”...��I don’t know… She’s just not my type. I’m afraid I’d scare her.”“What do you mean?” Dave was now rubbing her clit, while he switched between sucking, chewing, and pinching Cindy’s nipples. “Mmmmmm,” Cindy moaned. “I just… Haaaaa,” she gasped. “That feels really good. You better stop or I’m gonna make you fuck me again.”“Tell me what you mean first,” Dave. “So, Tim,” I said, musing as I looked through the pages of the magazine, “I liked this set of pictures and story.” I flipped open the magazine at the page I had found earlier about a woman who caned her husband. “What do you think?” I could tell Tim knew the story.“Have you got a cane?” he asked almost in a whisper. He had forgotten that I do amateur dramatics and we were doing a play about a school in the 1950s and we had all sorts of props. I leant over the arm of the sofa again and brought. Instead, I compared the cost, pre-Europeans, in terms of labor and resources to make such items as beads and hand axes and showed the economic benefit to trading with an advanced society.There was a definite group of people who were offended by my ‘disrespect’ for the Noble Savage. It all came to a head when I was invited onto a late-night talk show (sort of like Nightline) and found myself facing a panel of so-called experts. I simply used The Power to have them all admit, on air, that none of. I was back there and they had nothing but there birthday suits on and my pants around my ankles. It was a amazing 30 minutes. My regular girl asked if she could invite our new friend back to my place and again clearly it was a yes. Around 2 they arrived and with her bi guy who is also close my age. We all played together with he and I watching them and the girls watching us and taking turns on both the girls. Around 8 that morning I woke to just this new girl naked in my bed. When she opened.