I think women go through many sexual experiences, making them more acceptable in our heads than the reality. There should be no such thing as non-desc...ipt, mediocre sex. Every single time there should be fireworks or at least a sparkler of passion. In all honesty, this revelation came a couple of years ago. I genuinely thought that "alright" sex was good enough. What I would not settle for was bad, hang your head in shame sex. Again, it was student days and we had gone to a night club in Leeds. After all, she told herself she wasn’t going to stop spanking him, at least not until he begged her to and was now happy to continue for as long as she had to so that she came out on top.Dan was certainly starting to struggle as the spanks with the hairbrush continued. This really was nothing like he had ever thought would happen to him, at least not by Jackie. Yes, she was dominant and wanted to win every argument and was a control freak, but then Dan married her for exactly that reason. He. Still controlling me by my titties, Sonny started slapping my face fromside to side with his massive boy-meat -- and I liked it!"You want to suck my cock, don't you sissy-bitch?"All I could eke out was a throaty, "Yes, yes I do. Please give it to me.Please, Pleeeezzze!"Then he stopped and held it to my lips. I assaulted it. First licking thesilky sides and then its velvet head. When I went down on it, I almostinhaled it -- taking it to its root on the first try!Sonny liked my enthusiasm and. She handed me a clip board and told me to stand next to her as she checked people in.Like most runners, she has lean, smooth legs that ended in a firm, tight ass. She was wearing a running skirt instead of shorts. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She had a cute smile and a commander’s voice and we all snapped to when she talked. Unlike most runners though, she was not completely free of any fatty tissue. Her chest sat nicely on her frame, secured by a sports.