A mass of cold air and the smell of vulcanized rubber greeted him when he opened the door. It housed a workshop with a long, wide assembly table occup...ing most of the middle. The smell came from the non-slip rubber flooring with little white specks, similar to the type used at his fitness gym in the City. Technical diagrams, electrical schematics and assembly instructions were posted on the wall above a workbench adjacent to the door. An assortment of tools, a printer, notebooks and manuals. My characters’ names also are arbitrary. I was sparing with giving names to my characters on purpose. I chose common first names for everyone. In the cases where I felt I had to provide a last name, I simply used street names from the area where I currently live. My thoughts on erotic discipline fiction in general and influences on ‘The Wanderings of Amy’ I became interested in erotic discipline fiction when I was about 15 years old. At that time some of the censorship laws in the bookstores. He knew I was very partial to oral sex. He immediately bent down to lap my wet pussy. As his wet tongue found my clit, I groaned, “aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh baby suck me suck my pussy.” Things were just getting hot when his mobile rang. I tried to push his head in and keep it there, but he pulled free and took his mobile out. “Just a second, Rakhee.” I was so fucking hot I wanted to snatch his mobile and shove it into my pussy so Sunil can get busy down there. I rubbed myself while listening to a one. She leaned farther over, spread his hairy ass cheeks with her hands, and began licking up and down his crack. She soon focused her efforts on his asshole, and I saw from the movements of her mouth that she was sucking and tongue-fucking his asshole. And it wasn’t like it was forced on her either. She loved sucking his ass, and he moaned into the pillow.She sucked him that way for over fifteen minutes, and then they fucked again. I was amazed at how horny Wendy must have been, to do.