She was almost two years older than Princess at nineteen and still had that flexibility that promised a good humping in any position.Next in line was ...drian with her common sense approach to everything and her shy outlook on life that made her walk around with a perpetual frown and a furrowed forehead. She kept her head buried in a book and seemed shy even with the rest of her siblings. Adrian was twenty-one and was beginning to wonder when she would find a boyfriend with an urge to discover. That seemed to ease his mind a bit. He calmed down and offered what he saw as a simple solution. He appealed to my common sense.”“How so?”“Max suggested I go ahead and let him fuck me. He reasoned I wouldn’t have to fantasize about fucking him. I could experience the real thing. And then experience it again as you and I engage in our usual role play. I considered his proposal. In my high state of arousal, it made total sense to me. I really DID want to fuck Max. In my mind, I had already fucked. I have an opportunity to see different girls in orgasm on a regular basis. So shoot me. I don’t care if you’re jealous. What I know is that each one has a different look when she tightens up for the little death. I’ve been lost in Rachel’s eyes as her orgasm takes us in a spiritual transcendence. I’ve been lost in Livy’s fierceness, in Em’s surrender, in Donna’s openness, in Nanette’s quiet intensity, in Cindy’s uncontrolled tossing. You get the idea. Each one is different. Each one feels. This refers to when she stands directly behind thespankee and delivers the strap with alternate forehandand backhand strokes. It is extremely painful because itmakes contact with the very tender skin toward the sidesof the buttocks, and also because the strokes can bedelivered very rapidly. I visualized her in thepunishment room, her ponytail swinging from side to sideas she whipped the strap forcefully back and forth…“Not the whole time,” she giggled. “Just the last.