She giggled and stood there for more 5 minutes. 2 months later we split up and I never had the chance to have those lips around my balls again… A f...w months later, I found a prostitute who was willing to suck my balls. Man, that felt great! She was really enjoying that. I presume nobody had asked for that before. She used to suck my balls for 10 minutes and gone for the dick to finish it up. I’ve became a loyal customer for almost a year. My serious girlfriend at that time didn’t like to. " I stammered. "I doubt it, dear," Amy smiled sweetly, as she turned her attention to Becky. "And who is your little playmate here?" "This is B-becky... she's... she's the babysitter," I said, lowering my head. "The babysitter? You are fucking the girl who is supposed to be watching our children? Oh Michael, isn't that a little cliche'... even for you?" "I-I'm s-so sorry, Mrs. Davis," Becky managed to say in a trembling, panic-filled voice. "Are you, Becky?" Amy asked softly. "You certainly. “I want ... I need you to punish me,” she stated in a remarkably calm voice. My hands trembled. The monster inside practically hummed in approval upon hearing her words. My wants started to creep into needs. I needed to do something to at least give me to illusion of control.“Why do you want me to punish you?” I needed her to explain.“I’ve betrayed you Eric. I’ve been a selfish ... cunt. I’ve hurt you,” she listed off, “And I need you,” she half sobbed, “I have a part of a plan. I’m not sure. It seems to be a trap door, only allowing a one-way journey. Maybe if we were on the top and someone else was coming through, we'd have a chance. But no one else knows about the cave. My poor parents are probably worried sick. I think we might be really screwed. I'm so sorry Kara, that I got you into this." Don't apologize Mark. None of this is your fault. Really. And we shouldn't stay depressed. Life may be unfair, but life is also what you make of it. Our lives can still be full of joys and.