They looked at each other and their eyes met, both in accord with their frustration, both in want of release and both high on an overpowering sexual n...ed. There was nothing left in the universe that could distract them from obtaining the climax they sought. Whimpers and moans could be heard echoing between them as they struggled to manipulate the plastic cock so that both of them received enjoyment at the same time. Finally, out of desperation, Diane reached down and grabbed the dildo with one. Bonnie took a circuitous route as she always did when she was meeting Richard at a motel. They seldom used the same one twice and Richard always registered under different names. Bonnie stopped briefly on the way and changed into the outfit. She smiled when she looked into the mirror after freshening her makeup and touching up her hair. The outfit made her look sexy and desirable just the way Richard liked, Getting back into the car she couldn't wait to see him again, have him hold her, make. " Well it is true. Until two days ago, I would never have thought thatthis would be something I would ever do, let alone enjoy. I think if Ihad not met Stacy, well, who knows? I might have wound up neither doingthis nor being able to not do it. Do you know what I mean?" Oh, absolutely. I know people who are like that. For one reason oranother, they feel they cannot really follow their instincts and exploretheir feminine sides. I met one guy in the store who keeps all hisclothes, shoes,. "So you like being a bitch to me?" I asked as I whipped her ass repeatedly."Oh god, I am sorry!" She whimpered .I whipped her ass hard, it was covered now with raised welts from my belt. "That's okay!" I said, "Because I know how to handle bitches like you!" The crack from the belt on her ass was so loud it startled me. She winced as she cried out, over and over as I whipped her ass. She looked so hot bent over my desk, her dress pulled up over her hips, and her pretty little panties still.