”She led them through a door marked ‘Employees Only.’ The inside of the room they entered was pretty bare. It consisted of a computer terminal o... the left-hand side of the room, and a keypad and retinal scanner on the right-hand side of the room.After seeing everyone was in the room, Alexandra walked over to the computer terminal and started typing. When she was done, she looked up. “Alright, Thomas, you’ll be going first. Stand in the center of the room, please. Everyone else, come stand by. Each is taught by a Master or Mistress who was in turn taught by another who passed it down.. Its the way its been done for countless generations. I let these statements sink in as I drained my bourbon down. Both were wide–eyed and all flushed-as if excited by the new idea. Every person has a fetish inside them. Some may have several. A fetish is what turns you on sexually–or a fantasy you always wanted to try, but never did. A Master or Mistress of the craft will explore these fetishes with. A memory prods me, of when I was younger. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pure wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips. She would subconsciously rub her pussy against her bed post as she was getting into bed, trying to scratch the tingly spot inside her tiny twat. She would hump her stuffed animals at night, playing a game that made sense only to her and her warm, moist pussy.“It’s movie night, Daddy! I got the popcorn ready and the sodas are already in the fridge.” Movie night was a special bonding time for the family. Every Friday night for the last many years, they would sit on the couch, eat popcorn, and.