They asked, reasonably enough, if I would call myself a masochist. ‘No’, I said firmly, ‘not at all. I’m not really submissive by nature and ... 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. If you won’t talk, maybe she will.’ He sighed and then nodded, ‘Okay.’ When he dropped me off at the Parade, he didn’t even bid me goodbye, he simply drove away. I don’t think he was being intentionally horrible, but something was definitely weighing on his mind. I rang the bell to Erica’s flat. After a few seconds, she opened the door and her appearance shocked me. She was wearing a white terry towelling robe and no make up. Her hair was a mess, tangled and knotted and her eyes were puffy and. Again, she started moaning as if she was starting to really get off good. He started putting in a finger in her pussy, then two while licking her clit. He picked up his head, lifted it up to hers and stuck his tongue back into her mouth. He then backed off and started rubbing his big cock up and down her pussy while kneeling in between her legs. He kneeled back on his knees and watched her rub her clit for a couple seconds. Her pussy was shining with her cum. He looked her in the eye and told. This way if he got a boner nobody would see the bulge.Another guy followed Leslie downstairs to the washroom and tried to go in with him/her. He was quite insistent. drunk too. So Leslie took him into a storage closets down there. No touching Leslie tells him and proceeds to jerk him off. Leslie stands sort of at the guy's side and he cups and fondles the guy's ass with one hand while jerking him off with the other. The guy's cock is cut, short, fairly thick and he's got a huge bulbous knob..