I also learned I was a masochist; the pain not exactly enjoyable,but certainly helpful in getting me off. But all the boyfriends before Adamcouldn't a...ford to keep it up. They would spend their life savings on equipmentfor me, but could never sustain it in a lifestyle. And then there was Adam:Lots of money, a geologist working as a consultant, a huge house in Bel Airand a wildly kinky attitude. For the first couple months, we explored together, getting more and moreintense with our. Spinning around like a dervish, trying to see if I was forgetting anything, I grabbed my keys and left. Zooming through the streets of New York at the tail-end of rush hour is a good way to get killed. Cabbies and bike messengers are insane and the truckers drive like they were the gods of the road, making us little peons watch out for them.My Ducati rolled into the parking lot of Exposé about five minutes after my first set was supposed to start. Hopping off my bike, I noticed a squad car. One day, in our neighborhood, I met this cute little blonde tooling around on a moped (remember those?). I told her we were having a party at my place and asked if she would like to come. She said, “I have a boyfriend, so is it alright if he comes too?” “No problem.” I replied. The boyfriend was kind of a technicality, but I really didn’t think about trying to steal her. She was just super cute and having her around was good enough for me. That night, she and her boyfriend showed up. By that. “Sure. And he’s Jewish too.”They laughed.After another lingering kiss, and Constance got one, too, they left Cheryl and headed to Golden Valley to pick up the kids. His naughty submissive had the nerve to squeeze his groin area when she ducked down travelling up the residential street to Grandma’s house. He gave her a spank before getting out of the car.The two angels were finishing breakfast, a full one unlike his, when he arrived. He grabbed an extra piece of toast waiting. When they finished.