Hang-ups!Please don't get me wrong; I don't like to be beaten ... spanked yes, but not beaten. I don't like to be spat on, or pissed on, for that matt...r, either (yuck!) - I'm still very much a 'girly' type girl.So there I was, a frustrated submissive too shy to find a mistress, but then I met Mistress Megan. She had invited me round on three separate occasions, a couple of which I've written the accounts for, just as I experienced them. I was never to contact her but to await an invitation,. Soon the laughter stops and is replaced by the unmistakeable sound of Troy’s dick slapping into my wife’s pussy, and their combined moans of ecstacy. I shouldn’t want to see any more of them together, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I find myself outside the bathroom door, luckily they have left it ajar, probably knowing I’ll be watching them. I don’t enter the room, just stand slightly behind the doorway.Troy has Maria bent over in the shower, holding the side rail for support and is. I'm not allowed in my own kitchen." Well, if you can really bear it, some spud bashing would help." Of course. You know, Elspeth dear, Anthony and I count ourselves so lucky to have Mark as his ADC. So does Little Miss but that goes without saying. I shudder to think what would have happened last night if it hadn't been for him. He dealt with it with no fuss at all. I was the only one at our table who knew about it and that was because he came and told me. You should be very proud of. Rachel felt the enormous force that pressed down on her body. Then, abruptly everything went black.A couple of minutes later, she regained consciousness. The first thing she saw was the twisted dashboard. Knuckles white, her hands were still clutched on the steering wheel. The front of the car was crushed. The hood had turned into surrealistic sculpture. She nearly laughed at the thought."Do you hear me, ma'am?"Rachel turned to the left and saw a man was trying to open the driver's door."Yep,".