I started kissing her madly and passionately. I was sliding my hands down her back, I was stroking Ashley's ass, and sliding my hands down her legs. I...felt her hands moving down my chest, across my pubic area, and down to my dick. I felt her drop her hands to my balls and start rubbing. Jesus. For sixteen, I never knew a girl her age would know this shit.The intense kissing and touching took us down to the living room floor. I was running my hands all over Ashley's naked body. I was kissing. Some, by choice, immerse themselves in the dominance/submission lifestyle to such an extent that they are available full-time to an individual or group for sexual service, their basic needs and more fully met as an alternative to traditional employment or "house duty." Additionally, all laws and taboos restricting the open practice of sex work has been relaxed. Prostitution, sexual performance and other services are simply seen as valid career paths for those with the skill and desire to pursue. I paced around the room for a moment. His cock had been inside me. I actually had been having sex with a dog even if it was only for a few seconds. I was freaking out.I looked at him and he was laying in the corner licking his cock. He looked at me and it was like he was smiling. He didn’t care about social ramifications, all he wanted was a hot pussy to shove his doggie cock into. I laughed at myself and decided this was just sex. It was supposed to be fun and enjoyable. It didn’t matter who. They made me feel dirty and ashamed, but horny as well. It felt degrading and naughty, yet it fulfilled some need I didn’t know I had, some identity that had been kept secret from myself. This part was very liberating and exciting. Nonetheless, when I took out or answered an ad, I felt adrenalized, even shaking. Why did I force myself to do this? If they responded, I was excited, yet terrified. If they didn’t, I felt disappointed and discouraged, but relieved. If I accepted, I would think.