Sarah motions for me to kiss her. We are tongue kissing like never before. “Nipples baby, my nipples,” she whispers as I oblige and lick and suck ...hem.Sarah’s body is bucking as Pauline slides a finger into her while I tongue kiss her.I know Sarah well enough to realise she has already a number of small orgasms. She is working up to a huge orgasm as Pauline expertly edges and teases her while I lightly lick her nipples. Her whole body is trembling as she moans, “So good, so fucking good. Oh. God what a rush that was, to finally hear his voice, it was as I imagined, deep and strong. I was in my 30’s, he in his 40’s. I had never been involved “real life” in Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism or BDSM as it’s more frequently called. I only had fantasies that I had discovered while pursuing the internet. My quest for knowledge was insatiable for a time; I even read the “Beauty” series written by Anne Rice under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure, which of course are pure fantasy. I am incapable of enjoying an excellent meal, or a beautiful sunset, nevermind sex, unless currently providing him with sexual pleasure. I find this ... distressing. At first I had felt that I could live without, but I find with time, living life without pleasure becomes less and less worth living. So my first condition would be that you reverse the command. You can ensure I feel no sexual pleasure unless currently being used by you if you wish, but I would ask that you find a way to restore. You develop a sixth sense about these things and I anticipated an easy afternoon’s work. The platform at Leicester Square tube station gets pretty crowded between half-past-four and six o’clock with the rush hour and I made sure I stayed close to the bloke in the trilby because I didn’t want to get separated from him when we all bundled into the train. I could feel the air being forced out of the tunnel by the approaching train. It was like a tropical breeze against my face. I saw the headlight.