I thought that youliked pain." Well you are wrong. I might be submissive but that has nothing to dowith pain. I don't like pain."We were quiet for a m...nute. She wrapped her arms around me and we cuddledtogether. She raised my chin up so we were looking at each other and said"I'm sorry. I thought I was trying to make it good for you."I said it was ok and we cuddled up together again. we started kissingagain. I was still aroused but a little put off too. Her hands went backto my ass and she. Brian had an office; in that office there was a bookcase; on that bookcase were three books on psychological warfare at the individual level. In each book several pages had been dog-eared and passages pencil marked.Searching further, Dave discovered in the top drawer of Brian’s desk as the ADA looked over his shoulder, three pages that had been typed and printed detailing specific actions and phrases to use to intimidate, degrade, demean, humble, and dehumanize an individual. Several entries. What is that thing sticking up under the sheet?”“Sit on it and find out for true, pretty thing.”“Is it in, Mark? I gotta have it and that’s a fact!”After that, the only sounds from the rec room consisted of both of us sucking in air as we slammed into each other with youthful abandon. I allowed my fingers to explore Betty Ann’s pretty ass all over and even sunk a middle finger all the way up her anal channel like a scouting party sent to check out the lay of the land. I knew she was an anal. Her voice echoed in his head; teasing him even more. He was ready to explode at a moments notice.She felt her climax build within her and her moaning and groaning grew into cries of passion. Her body flexed and tensed around his as her orgasm consumed her. Her spasms were just enough to drive him to the edge, but not over the top. He prayed that she would let him cum tonight. He knew he'd asked for this, but he needed relief in the worst way. By now his whole body was quivering and shaking. His.