It was signed "Doe." Norman thought it was a peculiar coincidence that the name of the person at Fictionmania happened to be the same as his project,...but he didn't care. He went to log off, but there was no connection. His FTP program indicated that an attachment named "Doe.exe" had been sent along with his story. He decided he would have to debug his entire hard drive His printer started up and began printing. He reached over to shut it off when the text that was appearing caught his eye.. It felt wonderful as she slowly and softly played with my pussy. She paused long enough to get a second finger lubed and inserted into me. Then she continued her playing, as she slapped my cheeks. Not real hard, but I felt every one of them.She slowed to a stop, and then moved onto the bed on her back. She then ordered me to climb on top of her and ride her dick. I slowly climbed on top of her and placed her dick at my opening. Since I have my own dildos, Sandi's dick slid in rather easily. I. Partly because it wasn't her place to, and partly so she could savour the anticipation. It wasn't just that she might finally be permitted to have an orgasm. It was the thrill more than anything else. The adrenaline rush. For an hour each week, she was freed from her identity and reputation, freed from social expectations. This freedom was attained through anonymity and, paradoxically, slavery. When equally anonymous strangers commanded her to do something degrading, it wasn't her fault; she. But still, he only hints when he writes about sex; I like to get kind of graphic.I've also never been in jail like that other Bernie; I don't carry lock picks either. The only locks I have any interest in opening are those on chastity belts. Does anybody know what a chastity belt really looks like or how it works? Do they exist? Did they ever exist?If you've ever been in a used bookstore, you know that there's a lot of down time in that business. There's plenty of time for me to do crossword.