She has understood me more than I had done myself. She has been the catalyst that was needed to bring my fetishes to the surface. She has done so with...respect, compassion and leadership. On top of this, she has organised the circumstances whereby these fetishes were fulfilled. My privacy has been protected, my reputation kept intact. This need to keep these experiences separate from my business and family lives means that I will never risk seeking out such situations by myself. This part of my. "With that said, she rolled me onto my stomach and lubricated methoroughly. I knew what was coming and tensed up. Slowly she began towork my hole with her fingers. I remembered this feeling and soon mytension was replaced by anticipation. She took one of her dildos andbegan working it in. It was every bit as wonderful as before and soon Iwas moving with her. Her rhythm was unbelievable. I rocked and pushedtoward her, rising to my knees as she worked in and out, deeper anddeeper. Finally. I called himback. "But wait, this is the most important part - I want one of thoseumbrellas in it. No, two umbrellas. You don't mind so you?"The bartender shrugged. "Those don't usually get an um-" Wait," I said, "you have that manly unshaved look too. I love that.Can I feel your stubble? I need to see which of you has the manlieststubble."He leaned over the bar and I ran my hands along both sides of hischeek, "ohhh nice," I purred."How do you think I would look with a stubble beard. Do you. Slut had actually been nice once, and she had felt his eyes onher legs, behind, breasts. Then Desiree had locked her up, untilshe was let out to hear Chantel tell her that slut was a big badmeanie, and then Dianna had to be mean to slut, by orders ofDesiree and Chantel. And then Chantel had disappeared andDesiree had gotten all mean and started hurting everyone withher meanness and mean smile.She hadn't wanted to almost kill slut, but she hadn't had anychoice, and then Chantel had been rescuing.