Shannon’s desire was to live there in comfort as well as return her home to it’s two hundred year old splendor. The three story, brick home needed...some loving care inside and out. Over the years each generation had changed a few things until it looked like a hodge-podge. Shannon and her grandmother had spent many years dreaming together of how they would put it all back to the way it was when it was built. Well almost….they had decided to still have indoor plumbing and a modern kitchen…..but. I suggested her plan to Mary and she said sure. Once in the truck Mary asked about BDSM. I told her what it stood for and the basics of power control. She asked about pain and I told her that it could be part of the play but not if the participants didn’t want to. I told her that I actually enjoyed causing pain to those who enjoyed it. She asked how could someone enjoy, especially sexually, pain. I told her it was or it wasn’t and that everyone had their own tastes and pain tolerance. I told. I have to beg, I have to plead, I have to bounce my body and met his movements, I have to cling to him tight....and I have to come many times and I have to get wild. And I have to say, “Pleaseeeeee, Dan..... fuck me more. Don’t eveeeeeer stop. Fuck....fuck meeeeeeee.” For an hour or so Dan would hold us together in a passionate feeling, pushing in, pulling out, me writhing with pleasure, moaning, shouting, and we fill the room with our moans and yells until finally he would rock me hard and. Some time back, I had a lot of time to while away - my wife was out of town for the week on business, and my own work was going to slowly that I was out of the office before 5. That left me with a lot of time at home to masturbate, and as the week wore on, the women pretty much disappeared from my waking materials.Now I don't know about you, but if I spend too much time alone at home wanking, I begin to feel a little stir crazy, and more than a little depressed. Come Wednesday night, I finally.