" I knew it, that's why I was drinking so much too, not as much as you, but a lot! And the more times I told Beck the story, the more real it became. ...nd then it actually started happening!" "But, Honey, I'm your Dad." Dad, now who's being naive? In our class on Human Sexuality, we learned that in many cultures, the young girl learns from a man in the family, often her father. And boys learn from their mothers." Human Sexuality? That's really a class? With credits?" Freud says that all men. The bartender grinned as he grabbed a fresh glass to pour into. With a sigh, Rebecca turned her attention back to the nearest television and rested her cheek in one upturned hand. On screen, some flashy Washington player swung around in a wide arc in front of his opponent’s net and backhanded the puck smoothly. It sailed over the goalie’s shoulder and the buzzer went off. The player, with a huge number 8 on his back, sailed across the ice with one foot in the air and his arms over his head. His. The smell of the blossom fresh on my senses as I step out of the car moving aside it and the door closing behind me. You spring out of the passenger door looking across the top of the car smiling and eyes sparkling.Outside a countryside pub we walk towards each other moving away from the bonnet of the car and my hand slides into the small of your back, touching you and gently rubbing up and down your lower back. You are dressed immaculately in a short black dress, low heels, tan hosiery (as yet. As the two men were fucking my ass and face my master was beneath me sucking biting and whipping my breasts, just cos he could, and he enjoyed it. He then put some clamps and weights on my nipples and clit, i thought i was going to pass out from the pain, but i didn't, i concentrated on all of the feelings that were going through my body, and drifted off to my space, to where i am truly me, and this is no more so than when i am doing my master's bidding.I was blindfolded then, so had no idea.