And who better to do that than someone who had already done it so, so well so, so many times. Plus, I had a secret desire. One which I already knew he...was into. I had cajoled him into telling me he was into BDSM the night before he dumped me, but unfortunately, I didn’t have time to let him know that was my thing and to try it out with him. I held my breath, simultaneously embarrassed and excited for his reply. Two minutes (120 eternities) later, he replied, “yes.” Relieved and already starting. ” But I did enjoy talking to her, and she seemed to like talking to me. She was attractive, and I remembered how she touched my hand a few times as we talked when she was trying to make a point about something she said. I decided to seek her out to see if she wanted to hang out and talk some more. The bonfire would be a perfect setting. It would be fairly quiet, calm, and romantic. Romantic? Here I go again. I just met her, for crying out loud! I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I saw my. She grabs the back of her knees pulling them to her chest as she loops both forearms behind both knees locking it all together, mommybear sides over grabing both her wrist with one hand as to keep her from moving as kisses the back of shelbys thighs and bites her ankles playfully.shelby closes here eyes and...Shelby awakes to the sound of birds chirping, her face shirt and panties soked and dripping. "Wow what the fuck was all that?! Was that a dream? Why did that turn me on so much?" Trying. “We are not the police,” I told him, losing patience with him.“Even the DEA can’t deny me my rights,” he said next in a sure voice. He should have been in the jail that I was taken to when all of this began, I thought to myself.“We aren’t the DEA either or the CIA. We are a group of private citizens who deal with the TRUTH and dispense our own brand of justice,” I told him to a startled look from him.“That’s illegal!” he shouted in fear.“So is distribution of large quantities of drugs, but.