When was the first time you kissed a girl and who was it?" "That's easy, it was Carol Baker 7th grade after the end of the year dance. And if you want...to know anymore it will have to be a separate question." I figured it was better not to elaborate more than I needed to if she wanted to know something make her work for it. "That's fair", she said. "Ok now your turn. I'll take truth". It only took a few seconds to come up with my question. "Ok mom... truth, how wild did those spring break. ............. I'm a Masochist!"I was not expecting that!"I like to be used, abused, whipped, beaten... " What! " was all i could manageAnna stood up and removed the dressing gown, revealing her nakedness and various bruises, cuts and on her back faded marks that could only have been made by a whip."I need this, but Barry cant do it anymore. I need a new master and I want it to be you." You can do whatever you like to me, i will be your slave. You can beat me, hurt me, humilliate me, treat me. I heard her whispering, “Come on me, move on me.” I climbed on her and put my hands under her shoulders and mouthed her tit. Her body was soft and smooth. Her breasts were full. Helen took my erect cock into her hand and slowly rubbed it on her cunt. I felt it was sticky and slippery. All this time I never left her boobs. I switched right breast to left breast and back to right breast. I heard her saying push and I pushed. I was slipping into a slippery tunnel. I felt giddy. She tightened me. The man looked at both of them, then at the knickers. The man walked back down the platform and paused next to the wall just metres away from them. He lifted the knickers and sniffed at them, leering at both Jane and Matt as he did so.“F…u…c…k….me!” exclaimed Jane. “Me too…” replied Matt“They were fucking wet knickers too!” she continued.Matt looked at her, she couldn’t take her eyes off the stranger sniffing her knickers like they were some exotic scent form the Middle East.“Do you trust me?”.