One of our country girl needs is to keep down the level of sexual stress to a point where we can function otherwise. Of course, there are lots of ways...to do that and we usually find them and that's what this little story is about, how I found mine.I suppose I was like most girls in discovering the exquisite pleasures my clitty could provide. My fingers and those of my brother had informed me of that very well, and my enjoyment of letting those fingers do the working was fairly unbridled. Along. Ken had stopped wearing a white belt a while ago, considering it disingenuous. That had left him with no rank marking at all, but it didn't much matter -- the people in the Dojo knew his skill level. The only true white belt was Cindy, and she wore one. Everyone else wore a simple gray sash. Almost everyone in the Circle knew katas and techniques up to and including black-belt level, as they only had to be shown something once, perhaps twice, before they had the physical movement down. Most of. I felt his thick fingers probe my cunt, sliding up and down my thighs. I heard a camera clicking and saw flashes. They turned me over again and then took more photos. Gary sat at a computer, silent as he worked on a websiye. He downloaded the photos they had taken to a web site I later learned was slavefarm. He turned and looked at me with the most evil, angry look I had ever seen." I sent out notices of the auction on Saturday to friends in our bdsm group. I want to see how much interest there. It was like turning a switch. Her cunt clamped onto my prick like a vice and she pushed her ass higher into the air, almost dragging my cock out by the roots. One hand rose to her crotch, pushing mine aside, and she began to finger her clit frantically. ‘More, Luke, hard ones, please.’ Her voice was strangled and desperate and I gave her two stinging slaps, forehand and backhand, one to each perfect ass cheek, and then drove into her again. Her cuntwalls rippled and quaked as her climax crashed.