He just sighed. I grabbed his hand and stood him up and said “now, its my turn” and walked him to the bedroom. I made him get on his knees and sta...ted talking him through his first blow job. As he got the hang of it, he began enjoying it more and I could see his cock was standing proud again so I stopped him. It was time for the moment of truth.I said to him “In every relationship, there is a top and a bottom. The pitcher and the catcher. I’m a top, I don’t bottom so that means you’re going to. "So what is your name, young lady?" he asked."Miko," I said, "Miko Lee." Well Miss Miko Lee, where are your parents?" They are dead," I told him. I explained my situation and he listened carefully."That's awful. But you still shouldn't have tried to steal that woman's purse. There are other ways to get a meal. Have you tried the local soup kitchen or homeless shelter?" They don't want me. I am Vietnamese and they don't want me," I said, looking down at my lap.He was quiet for awhile. Then he. I started craving my own sexual pleasure much more than I used to. I used to enjoy giving just as much as getting, but my sex drive became suddenly uncontrollable. I started masturbating and looking at porn daily. But the more I experimented with my body, the more I became interested in other women's bodies.I stopped looking at couples porn altogether, and came harder when I watched either girls masturbating alone, or two girls together. This really started to freak me out. I had always been so. “Not birched?” queried Quentin, raising his eyebrows.“No, Master... Madame Vesta had me put on the Ring...”“Ahhhh!”“...and flogged me until I was insensible, Master.”“What’s the Ring?” asked Glenda.Briefly, Quentin explained the working of this pinioning device.. and also the instrument which was used. Glenda nodded, eyes sharp.“And then you scrubbed decks for a week?”“Yes, Master...”“And went on the treadmill?”“Yes, Master...”Quentin smiled as if he had done Julia a good turn. “Ah well,” he.