I allowed my hands to go to my sides as I calmly walked over to my uniform in the corner of the room and retrieved my handcuffs. Sandra looked at me i... horror as I twirled them in my hand. It was then my Dom voice decided to surface. I hadn't used it in years since before Kayla's mother became my wife. As I neared my daughter's accomplice, I could see her eyes scanning me up and down. I was wearing a bath robe over my boxers to hide the excitement I was feeling at that moment. As I edged. I liked meeting him because healways told me how pretty I was and that if I was three years older hewould take me away from Ben, I sometimes thought that it might be nice tohave two guys fighting over me. Do all girls feel this way?The night of my first date I moved into Carol's room, it was so feminineand helped me feel more like a girl. I also started wearing my sister'snight gowns to bed because they were so sexy. It was Ben's thirteenth birthday and a week before I was supposed to gohome.. Hepushed more of his cock inside as he leaned forward to show me thepictures."Oh, fuck yes!" I said. "I love how it looks, but I really need thatdick, baby. Shove your beautiful cock inside of me and fuck me!" Who's the real slut now?" he asked. He pulled back until just the headof his cock remained inside of me. I groaned and tried to push back,but he moved too."Who's the slut?" I am!" I said. "I'm a slut." He teased me with a few half-strokes,causing me to moan."Who's the slut, Stacey?" I. I told her I hadn't been. "But what can we do with it? How can it make it better?" I explained it gave us a context. The cutting edge of nearly every art form expressed humanness uncensored. Artists moved deeper than the Surrealists who celebrated the unconscious as more real but held back. New artists journeyed beyond the Freudian psyche, expressing the guts, not just the brains. The genitals, the stomach, the spleen, the heart, the lungs, the throat, the mouth, everything that made a man a.