”“Hell to the yes!” I exclaimed. “That’s just the news I needed to hear. From the 5th, every Friday and Saturday? Isn’t the 26th, Australi... Day a Friday? We need to work out some sets, are you free this Sunday? We’re doing some training for the Coffs race on Saturday, but what if we set the next three Sundays aside for rehearsing? Bring Sandra around if she wants to come.”“I was thinking initially just you and I, maybe once we get back into the groove, see if Stewie and Traci want to join us,”. Her body was shaking and shuddering as I withdrew my tongue from within her and began giving her long wet laps before rimming her with a circular motion. "So what other things would you like to try?" I asked, kissing herlittle wet butt hole. "I want you to handcuff me," she blurted out. "Really?" "Yeah. Cuff me and then use my mouth." "Is that something you saw in one of your pornos?" I asked, reachingdown to retrieve the two pair of handcuffs from Erica's "sex box". "Uh huh," she said with a. I knew it was just a matter time before I would screw up again. Finally I dropped to the floor crying because my life was so pathetic. Eventually I looked up at my friends and noticed an expression of confidence and superiority in both their attitudes. I knelt sobbing and naked feeling completely vulnerable before them. Suddenly a thought occurred to me; both Brad and Tammy were heavy into BDSM. They were both very dominant and often said they wanted a full time slave to control and train as. Animals aren't taught, and we as humans aren't "taught" by mom and dad how to do it either ... We might get the old "birds and the bees" conversation from good ole mom and dad, but with the exception of my next point; we aren't taught how to have sex.The catch to that whole situation is the unsaid! NO ONE tells us that we aren't supposed to fall in love with or have sex with certain people. You're just supposed to know. We have this tool in our pants or that moist hot box that does what it does.