.Anita chose Bahamas and there we went for a full weekend.On our first day there we went for a walk at the sandy beach in front of the resort and we f...und a volleyball game going on. There was a half dozen young black natives playing along with another six white tourists and they invited us to join them. Ana had loved and played volleyball since she was in college; so she became active in the game as I stood at one side.I could see her sweet round boobs bouncing around under her one piece. I had a friend who often persuaded me to dress in black nylons, garter belt and black bra, to enhance my sexual desires. He would often show me magazines of girls who wore this attire, at the time bondage magazines rarely existed, if at all! I would dress in front of him and we would have sex. It seemed like a progression and soon I found myself dabbling in exotic make up and hairstyles. From there we progressed into oriental style rope bondage. We played with rope for a few years and. I earnestly plead with you your majesties to harshly gag me with that bobber And demand with your authority and dominance that I be immediately silent,As my angelic queen romantically lashes one of my sculpted titties with a crop stick,And my magnificent king affectionately gnaws and tenderly bites my other one,As the ice cubes are melting deep inside my palpitating shaved pussy,And the lubricated dildo engulfed in hot watermelon oil enticingly brings my pulsating rectum,Ready to be anally. It was confusing for a while until I could get hold of the negative ones and deal with them." Negative ones?" Stacy asked, with real concern in her voice."We've been there before. Jealousy. Fear of loss. Fear that you'd love making love with him more than me – my insecurities. Feeling like a cuckold. Loss of trust. Wondering if you respected me, or whether your fucking him was an 'up yours' gesture on your part? Wanting to run and hide because what we were doing was so 'abnormal, ' but I know.