“No, just when you’re…doing stuff…or making me do stuff, I need for you to do things to make me uncomfortable, a little pain down there, I nee... to be punished,” he said, obviously embarrassed. I was pretty sure I had a grasp on what to do with him.I gave him a verbal recap to which he agreed and when I quoted a fee he readily agreed. Fuck! I should have upped the fee, even though he would be fun to play with.I sent him to an upscale hotel and ordered him to rent a suite complete with champagne. " I can do more for you if you don't mind." Nah. I don't mean that." I do," Diana said."Well," I said. "Are you still bidding for more jobs?"Diana giggled. "Okay," she said. "Of course I am. And now I'm in a slightly better position, because I have a reference now. They won't know it's a hundred dollar job. I spent a lot of effort on it." I can tell," I said. "You did spend a lot of effort. For that hundred and twenty five dollars, you probably made a dollar an hour."Diana giggled again.. When her husband was around there was never a day when her tits / cunt was not being fingered or rubbed and she was fucked daily – she had only been married a week when her husband had come home with a package which looked as if it had come from a fashion store – I have noticed he said - you are wearing these new tights things - well to be frank - I don’t approve - kindly go and get them – with that Sue went to her bedroom gathered all the offending garments and returned to the lounge and. This was my mindset when I was a teen. However, as most girls going through or who have gone through puberty can tell you, I sometimes had lesbian thoughts about my friends, especially my friend Maria. So a couple years ago, when I was 17, me and Maria (17 years old at the time, Latina, perfect ass, 36b size breasts) were hanging out at her house, on the couch, in her living room. We had on sweatpants and tank tops, not even planning on going out. She had pulled up something on Netflix that we.