That you have, in fact, complied with any of the tenets of the BDSM community, especially not 'safe, sane, and consentual.' You are at best a bully, J...ff; at worst, you are guilty of assault, rape, perhaps even murder... though I doubt any jury would ever convict you of murdering someone's spirit, as you obviously have this girl's. Master? You may use the title, but it doesn't suit you at all."As I had hoped, the last little diatribe pushed him over the edge, and he came up out of his seat. " She looked around on purpose before focusing on the woman's house. "Talking of men Evelyn, just where is that wonderful husband of yours?"Evelyn Cresswell was immediately suspicious. "Why, why do you want to know?"Alison just smiled. "Because I'm prepared to bet our house on the fact that he doesn't know you've been to the authorities about my children or for that matter wouldn't want you to. Come to think of it--" she looked around again "--where is Donald, I don't see him around anywhere?". I remember my dad would come and get me every weekend to play with my cousins. I dont know what happen,but all of a sudden i was living with dad.Living with dad was a piece of cake.He spoiled me.He gave me everything I every wanted.all had to do was ask.My dad had one rule,that was I must have good grades in school.My dad was a house painter by trade.So we lived very comfortable.when i was 14 he painted my room,gave me a canopy bed,stereo,tv,phone,and 10 speed bike (SWINN)for my birthday.My dad. She shifted her hips slightly and more of Adam's finger entered her. Suddenly realization hit her – she would be able to make love to him. She had worried that even the removal of the remainder of the barrier wouldn't help. She had feared that her pussy would always be too small for Adam to enter her.The image of Adam's member disappearing inside her sent Shelly closer to the edge. Another gentle movement and the rest of Adam's finger was inside her. He wiggled his finger gently, produce more.