Sex is my number one hobby. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a nymphomaniac or anything like that. I am just a normal woman with a (very) healthy appet...te for sex. I can see opportunities to have sex in virtually everything I do. I’m very lucky in that Steve is always willing to help me take advantage of those opportunities.If you would like to find out more about my sex life, please read on, but remember, these are not made-up stories; everything you are about to read actually happened. These are. Some of them came with guards and started doing as told. The boy cried, begging piteously in his sexy way. Sensing, no doubt, that his evening of torture was far from over. All the infamous creative cruelty of the Queen's court still awaiting him.As he was being taken down, some of the ladies took the opportunity to fondle him, groping his cock and balls. They laughed at his cries. He was very sore already! And not only from the torture but from cumming. And not only just now either.. Christine crossed her arms as she stepped around the bed. "Please remove your clothes, Becky. I won't ask twice."Becky's top and skirt came off quickly, but she paused at her bra and panties, looking at Christine. A stern look seemed to make Becky's mind up, and within seconds the girl was naked, looking incredibly embarrassed."On the bed, Becky. Lay on your back."Becky complied, watching Christine's hard eyes. Christine reached into the bag and took out the 7-inch dildo, making sure to. " The truth for a start. Are you wet?" I grinned when she nodded again, red faced.“Good, now remove your jacket and sweater, I did not say you could put such garments on.”“But - but the weather …?”“Take them off!”I watched as she slid the short, rain soaked jacket from her shoulders and gripped the pullover so that she could ‘pull it over’ her head.Watching her I swallowed hard and my groin stiffened. As she dropped the sweater into the rear footwell along with her jacket and turned back to.