I guess I was addicted; to sex for sure, and perhaps to Jules specifically.If she’d had the strength to control me, it might have all gone in a diff...rent direction; but Jules was fundamentally subservient. She’d chosen me because she wanted to break her chains, she’d thought a boy as young as me would be under her control.And I would have liked that too. I didn’t want responsibility, I just wanted sex.And with Jules, I could have it. I just had to take her, she couldn’t say no to me.We rarely. It warm inside while snow fell outside. She stopped in front of one store. They were setting up a display for the new line of swimwear.Why not, she thought to herself. Going in she was met by an older woman. She looked to be in her late forties with shoulder length hair, a slender build. Her blouse hugged her, showing off her 36 inch breasts. Her skirt covered her meaty butt, and came down below her knees. Hello, my name is Beth she said. How can I help you today. Smiling Mary said, I was just. Since this is fuckup number two, you will receive two punishments. If you don't do the first punishment to my liking, you'll get a third—and so forth until you've completed two punishments to my liking. Do you understand?"She was now shaking, tears in her eyes, as she nodded 'yes.'I pulled out of her momentarily to move her up on the bed. I then climbed on top of her as if to fuck her in the missionary position, only I didn't re-enter her pussy. I steadily fucked her ass in silence for a few. He had almost erased the self-loathing I had managed to build up over the last few days. And oh! He had made sex wonderful!It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He had waited until noon, watching his clock for the proper moment. He had taken his camera, and now he was going to film me getting raped by four black punks.I didn't understand the conflicting emotions that ran through me then. I felt very used. I felt victimized all over again. I decided defiantly that if he wanted a.