The attitude that says “you don’t matter – what matters is my satisfaction and my pleasure. Everything will be subjugated to that – do you und...rstand slut?”To which the answers are varied. “Yes Daddy” “Yes Sir” “Yes Uncle” “Yes Teacher”. But they all only mean one thing – “I submit”And what of my bottom? I had only been fucked about 5 times in all my 52 years, the most memorable being in a flat in Chobham where I had been used as a bitch, used being the operative word.I so wanted someone who. Laura, fearing to hurt her, released her wet, stiff nipple, flicking it with her tongue, looking up into Jonelle's eyes, which swirled with frantic lust."Am I hurting you? Are they sore?"Jonelle shook her head vigorously. "Go ahead," she panted. "Do it. Do it harder. Oh god, Laura, it's so good!" Mmmm, I love your big titties," Laura purred, echoing Jonelle's words. "I want to suck and suck them." Oh! Ahhnnnnn!" Jonelle gasped, twisting, her hips churning involuntarily. "Oh Laura... I need to. The knock on the door came as a shock, he was sitting in the chair towards the back of the room as I started to walk to the door dressed as before and with my dressing gown tied, loosely I opened the door and the same young boy stood blushing in the corridor, I invited him in because with coffee they have to pour it, I stood the other side of the coffee table and bent down to move some magazines off the table to make room for the tray, I was aware that my dressing gown top had fallen open and. Even potentially dangerous and self-destructive. And I’ll listen to her and hopefully take her advice. But I’ll never ask for her forgiveness. It would be...”“Counterproductive,” Joanne giggled.He chuckled. “Yeah. So no. Any plans of moving to New York...”“What?” Joanne exclaimed.“Nothing to worry about now, Joanne. You’re stuck with me. But that’s the point,” he said to Nigella.“She needs you, and Moe doesn’t,” Nigella nodded. “Even if she does.”“I won’t ask for her forgiveness. I can’t have.