.. ?Katrina always hated any kind of brainwashing, it definitely wasn't one of her turn-ons, and now she felt intensely brainwashed. She wanted whippi...g, rowing, humiliation, eating a disgusting stinking porridge, sitting on a sharp wooden horse, even branding ... but not brainwashing, not endless theories instead of endless slave-work, it was her back that should be scourged and bathed in sweat, not brain! ?-- But you don't look too muscled, -- dared she to interrupt her lecturer. -- You look. I think that for the first time she actually looked at the painting and she began to see what I was seeing.“It’s just so ... intimate,” she whispered. “It’s so hard to see my daughter grow up and not be my little girl any longer. I never wanted to think of her in ... that kind of way. I just want to protect her. She is so precious to me.”“We’re artists, Mrs. Anderson. That doesn’t mean we’re libertines. It doesn’t mean we don’t love. When I caught Melody and Lissa in that pose, I knew what it. I started playing with my nipples as he lapped away at my juices. I could feel myself close to climaxing, so I pulled away. He climbed on the bed and I jumped onto his lap. Before he could lay down, I had his cock in my mouth. He let out a moan as I deep throated him. As I sucked his cock, he pinched my nipples. Every time I deep throated him, he pinched them harder, which made me moan. ‘Play with yourself for me,’ he said. I reached in between my legs and started fingering myself. This was. On the way to the diner we began to talk again about some of her kinky ideas.”What other kinky activities do you like or would like to try? “ I asked Carol. Carol responded “ I think if I told you that you would think I am a freak or something. “My husband taught me a few things and I have heard about others. I would like to have you as a steady boyfriend so I know I have to be honest with you”she said then paused . After waiting for her to say something I spoke up and said to her “let me.