“A lot of people fantasize about a BDSM lifestyle. This is not fantasy, and a lot of it is going to be hard and even boring at times.”Kim apologiz...d and said she was looking forward to it. I could tell to her this was all one big exciting adventure now. We were on the road in an R.V., and Jerry was behind her both metaphorically and literally.Mike picked up his phone and called my mom. He postponed our meeting for a full day. I overheard my mom say something about me always being late and how. She looked at me smiling, checking to make sure no one around was watching, then she slid her hands under the table for a couple of seconds, biting her lip, fiddling and kind of squirming. Soon she pulled her hand back up and reached across the table with her two fingers out. “Here,” she said, her two chubby fingers with white manicured nails were wet and slimy. “Please taste my pussy and tell me if you like it.” I was stunned, not able to move from shock, but I leaned forward letting her put. But Michael – and now George – expected more from her. Once again she thought to herself that Michael still loved her and was doing all this so she could prove her unconditional love for him. Chapter 3 After getting the call from the officer in the morning and seeing what had happened to Angela, Carly knew two things. The move to this store was far more than just isolating her. This brute had broken her, mentally and physically and had her convinced it all was for her own good because he. I was up for it.It was the last dance of the night, or supposed to be. It started as wehad rehearsed, and then close to the end, a single violin startedpicking a rhythm. Dario started to push into me and I knew what to do.The passion flowed. The loose curls danced around my head and into hisface as I whipped my head around. His eyes were fierce when I glancedthem. But I turned my head away as I teased him. In the final move Iended up on the floor, holding his leg. The last minutes.