Ask other guests in the BSDSM club to spit on the floor as well, and let me also lick it up.Ask all guests to document everything in pictures and vide...s with their mobile phones. Force me to blow a dildo in front of all guests and state how much I crave blowing a real cock. Please, order me to go to the toilet in the BDSM Club, take off my sissy skirt and put it in the pissoir. Then let me stand in a corner and hold a coin with my nose in the corner with my hands cuffed behind my back. Since my. She turned me down."Crashed and burned," my wife said with a smile. "Don't rub it in," I muttered.That pretty much ruined my day. I thought I actually had a chance with her. The next day though I couldn't stand it anymore. I went to her track meet after school. I waited till it was over. But when she came over she was crying. I went up to her. "Hey Jess, whats wrong?" She looked up. "Oh, uh, hi Ken." "It's just my dad, he's just so stubborn. He can't see anything from anybody else's point of. .”“Well, that is very kind. But let me back up just a bit. I assume you realize that I am not always a nice guy.”“Yeah. I heard some black guys that impression Friday night. Also Saturday. Not yet today.”“Well, you have talked about ‘afterward’ as something you want. Maybe you won’t like me when I am demanding or when I manipulate you or when I switch moods in an instant.”“Nobody likes those things, but how bad can it be? Next to our wonderful sex, I mean. Even the thing yesterday morning, I. Reaching down with one hand to her clit, Leia gently rubbed it just as Melina had instructed earlier. She let out a fake moan of pleasure and spoke Jabba's name, also as Melina had told her. "Oooh... Jabba," she cooed, rubbing her clit to a frenzy, forcing herself to get off for this sadistic slug's entertainment. "Ohhh Jabba," she repeated. The words meant nothing to her; it was merely part of the act Melina had trained her to perform. Yet Leia's body couldn't help but respond to her own.