One of the women, a masochist, begged to be whipped. Vickie at first refused, but when she saw the disappointment in the woman's eyes and knew that wo...d of her refusal to give the woman what she wanted would get back to Andrea, she consented and gave the woman a thorough lashing before ordering her to provide oral pleasure. Vickie was uncomfortable as the woman licked her feet and toes, but slowly the teenager began to feel a sense of power and satisfaction from the complete domination of the. "I guess everyone needs sex, mother ..." he replied in a low voice asher hand tightened on his thigh.His mother sighed deeply. She looked at her son in the dim light of thebedroom, and as he snuggled to her warmly, she moved her right hand overthe bulge in his trousers.Aurry stiffened as he felt his mother's hand on his prick. His firstfeeling was one of fear, then excitement filled his body as her handbegan stroking the outline of his prick. He swallowed thickly as theache in his loins became. At first I thought it was my imagination, but I thought I saw something move on the wall beside me. It was dark except for the light from the TV screen, but as I looked around I saw a faint light coming from a hole in the wall of the booth. I had to kneel down to inspect the hole and believe me what I saw shocked, scared and thrilled me all at once. Through the hole I saw a guy in the next booth stroking his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and yet I was afraid he might see me. People run from pain because they fear it. Believing that if they run far enough, dodge quickly enough, hide well enough, then pain will not touch their lives. Those who define their life’s path by the compass point of fear, who use fear as the driving force behind their life, never understand what it means to truly live. And what is it that we fear, what incalculable force could make hiding away from life a better option than taking the rudder of own lives in our hands? Pain of course. None of.