" You are, foolish woman. And that is okay." He motioned to thebarkeep and suddenly two drinks appeared. "How can you say youare not you?" Because I a... not who I am," Joan said tentatively. "I'm stillfinding out."Tim, quickly and gently, gave Joan a kiss on his lips. It feltgood, but brief. "I know who you are." How did you know my name?"Tim laughed loudly again, putting his head on the bar. "You areposted. You are beautiful and I want to be with you." P-posted?" Are you wearing the Joan Sissy. " Karen placed the palm of her hand on Alex's crotch. "You feel fine already. In the bedroom?" Yes," said Alex while Karen pushed open the door that was already slightly ajar. Like everything else in the apartment, the bedroom was hurriedly and freshly decorated. The furniture, fittings and all the pictures on the wall were bought as a single item from John Lewis at Brent Cross. It already had the feel of a bachelor pad with yesterday's underwear overflowing the laundry basket and pyjamas. She shivers as the sensations flow through her body, pooling in her cunt. We’re just beginning…From behind her he leans forward and types in a URL and then her computer screen is filled with his blog, his newest post detailing what he has planned for her initiation this afternoon. He hears her quick gasps as she reads of own ravishment, sees her hands clenching and unclenching, chest heaving. He smiles, knowing how wet she must be now.I wonder how our story will end, what you’ll write to it, he. If she liked it, she would punish him for not doing it well enough. It was an intoxicating line of thought.She decided to start with fellatio. She would tie him up and blindfold him and paddle him then suck his cock when it was hard. She bought some thin rope which was not strong or harsh, but was intended for decorative purposes only. She also bought and fitted a railing to hang below the ceiling light fitting. It, too, was not strong, as it was really intended to hang mobiles or pictures.The.