I was livid and her only explanation was that Louis was a guy he used to date. Stupid, stupid me. I was already in love, or more likely, in lust with ...er and told her if I ever caught him over there again, we were through.A few weeks later, everything calmed down and she was the perfect girlfriend. If there is truly a thing called Murphy’s Law, it was saddled around my neck and I was too blind to see it. We dated, we drank, dance and fucked all the time we were together. As a couple of months. Her body starts to quiver and jump everytime the whip makes contact with her wet pussy.she starts moaning louder.I start grabbing my nipples and twisting them intently. I keep watching the porno. Loving the feeling of my clit tinglingand my pussy dripping fluids down the crack of my ass over my asshole, which is just begging to be used and filled. Not ready to touch my clit or pussy yet. I flex my pussy muscles and moan softly at how good it feels when the material rubs against my clit.I close. “Oh, Jess, That feels so good.”“You like that? You haven’t seen anything yet.” Jessica replied as she went to work enthusiastically on his painful rod.Jessica seemed to be an expert at sucking dick. She was easily taking most of Jim’s cock into her mouth and didn’t gag when it hit the back of her throat.Jim couldn’t stay standing while she sucked on him. So he walked backwards with Jessica walking on her knees until he reached the couch. Even while he sat down, Jessica kept an oral lock on his. I had suddenly found a place of comfort in a world which reflected my views where women should be respected and obeyed.The magazines were full of articles, stories and pictures relating to Bondage, Sado-masochistic 'activities', humiliations of subservient males toward dominating females and, to my amusement, pictures of men dressed up in the parodies of women's underwear and lingerie. It was all very bizarre to my uninitiated eyes but, at the same time, so exciting. I used to wank myself to a.