Justin was an incredible lover, with lovely blue eyes, longish dreaded hair, beautifully tanned skin and a body to die for. Justin and I fucked on a r...gular basis. It was never more than that… neither of us wanted it that way. If I picked up someone else for the night or if he did, it was never an issue. I saw him smile at me and I knew by his look that he was available for my pleasure. We got a cab back to his place and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He had the most amazing body!. That is normal for us. Nearly every day after school for weeks, Andrea and I would rush to my house where we would do our side-ways 69 on my bed. She continued to enjoy swallowing my cum and I continued to drink down her pussy juice. Our weekends were split between spending most of the daytime hours with her family and the evening hours with my mother.The end of the school year was rapidly approaching. Plans were being made for the summer and I looked forward with great anticipation to. .” I asked.“This I can do,” he assured me. “It’s my mind – my templar muscles – that are tired, not my arms.”I wasn’t convinced – it wasn’t his mind that had needed to sit down, and I myself felt more than a little fatigued – but his pallor had improved and he winked at me cheekily. I rolled my eyes and sighed.Wulf stepped back, blurring into the shadows, and at my nod, Alistair grabbed the wooden plank and shoved. It slid aside with a scraping noise that made me wince, but after a moment,. Secretly I, both, enjoy and despise my punishments. Particularly because my own body betrays me at my lowest moments. Daddy’s punishments are designed for pain, but are never without pleasure. That is what makes each experience so bittersweet. I love, as much as hate Daddy. I Love him for all that he is, and hate him for having so much control over me. This was the lifestyle I had chosen for myself though and I knew what I was getting into from the start. What I hadn’t been prepared for was how.