It was Ava and I again; assisting her with patients, walking along the shore hand in hand, stealing a few kisses and cuddles at our secret spot betwee... the rocks. Running my fingers through her sleek silver hair and watching her bright laughing eyes as she slowly sucked my cock. Listening to her musical voice as she told stories of her life in her sexy Scottish accent. I felt a deep emotional joy just being with her, and I didn’t miss the wild three way sexual episodes.One night, I was working. The rhythmic beat of a drum roused Helen from unconsciousness. She sat up slowly, trying to shake the bizarre sensation that she was dreaming. The bedroom was awash in the golden red glow of firelight, which flickered fitfully against the walls. Slowly, the woman turned. This seemed to take forever, it was hard to stay focused. She blinked once at her window and pulled aside the drapes, surprised at the scene in the yard. Several people stood around a bonfire, moving slowly to the beat of a. This was done through a contact page for people into the BDSM lifestyle. I had been a member for a while with the purpose of exploring my long-term taboo interest in submission and domination. Being submissive and being dominated. It ended with that Master and I got in touch and after a few months of correspondence where we went deeper into the respective interest in BDSM, fantasies, goals with the membership on the page and specific fetishes, it all resulted in that we decided meeting in a. I was almostjealous of what those lips would do to a man...I started changing the channel again and found the daytime soap operas.Leaning back, I watched as the men cheated on their wives and the womenwould fuck their neighbors. The women were all subservient to the men,and the men would fuck and debase the women. The women always smiledthough, they always wanted to look good to the men. As I watched, myeyes felt heavy, I was comfortable in the chair, but I had already madethe bed. It would be.