“I understand. I won’t push until I know. I never want to hurt you, Lily. You really are my best friend. Please say you’ll help me with birth cl...sses, though. Okay?”“Okay,” she sniffled.I wished I could tell her I’d been through this birth stuff before and it was painful and lonely. My baby had been born on December 29 and I was alone. Jesse got a huge bonus for staying in the oil fields during the holiday. My mother dropped me off at the hospital when I went into labor and didn’t come back.. "I wanted you to cum first," I explained. I started to finger-fuck her and bent down to kiss her cunt.She stopped me, and gave me a hug. "Don't worry about it. I don't think an orgasm was in the cards for me this time." Was it anything I did? Or didn't do?"She held her breath, as if collecting her thoughts. Then she told me something I really needed to hear, something no woman had ever told me before."Listen, dear. Women aren't wired the way men are. With you, orgasms are pretty much. I'm talking about the BDSM type. You know, the one I consented to. The one I agreed to be collared. I ran away from that. Now before you start raising your feminist flags, hear me out. My master wasn't necessary a bad man. No, he was kind and sensitive, he always made sure that I was ok, he provided when we played together. No,no, it wasn't his fault that I ran away. I ran away because I couldn't trust him. I ran away because I wouldn't communicate with him. I ran away because I no longer felt. Getting away from the drab confines of home was a breath of refreshment to Kirk, who was sweet seventeen and never been kissed, at least not properly kissed! A little wine and bottles of beer Saturday eve had made Kirk kind of relaxed.....and he recalled being carried to bed. As the teen anxiously waited for a ride, he remembered the weird going ons! Kirk tried to banish the thoughts; he had been very sleepy, hadn't been on guard, so what happened wasn't his fault. A car drove past, it's driver.