“Dad's not here. We're not exclusive. I still have a boyfriend. Mmm, hey Lance.”“Bryana,” Lance rumbled. He was a tall, Black guy from Ms. Esc...milla's class and definitely not Bryana's boyfriend. “You need this.” He shook an ebony cock at her. “That's not as big as mine,” I said.“No, but you don't have muscles like him,” Bryana said. “Are you going to let me play with him, Twerp?”“Fine,” I said. “You're such a slut.”“Look at you, getting all cocky,” my sister said. She was the only person at my. ‘No’, I said firmly, ‘not at all. I’m not really submissive by nature and I don’t take any pleasure in pain as such. Pain hurts and I don’t like being hurt any more than anyone else. If I stub my toe I hop about and cry like anything. What I do like is to play rough games now and again and getting a few bruises is a lot of the fun.’ What I tried and mostly failed to communicate is the pleasure of surrendering and relinquishing control to a completely trusted lover. Every girl relinquishes. " Kim agreed."Gawd, why does everything have to be so complicated? So now what?" asked Jen."Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you two about," I answered. "See, I'm betting that there's enough evidence buried inside that house to drop kick Creepy's ass smack dab inside cell number one on death row, but Dana can't get in there to find it without a search warrant, and she can't get a search warrant without having just cause. It's a real Catch 22." Okay..." Kim responded, but by the. That’s my new love name for you, sweet cheeks.”The intensity of your hand increases, drawing, tapping, kneading my bottom cheeks and then… a firm slap.I freeze - afraid to move. another slap.What? another slap.Then the dragon uncoils without restraint. I arch my bottom up and into your slapping hand and squirm and moan.“I love how this turns you on,” you whisper.“What… how….” Words are a jumbled mess.“Oh, come on, sweet cheeks. You can’t hide this from me. Which do you.