Oh God, I love it!!!" Tears were streaking down my face as I admitted that, making my mascara run as well. I felt a sting on my face as Daddy slapped ...e across it. And again on the other side. I moaned as the new sensation joined everything else they were doing to me, I felt so degraded by the slaps, making me feel even more like a plaything. The break safeword lingered in the back of my mind, but it stayed there, it was now a useless option. If this was what did it for me, I wanted more, and. .. shall we say, 'interested' all day long. Wearing these will help keep your mind focused on what it should be and not wandering off on unnecessary tangents, my dear. Now lay back on the desk and spread your legs so we can get these put in place." Charlene did as she was told, laying back and gripping the back edge of the desk in preparation. He placed her feet on the edge of the desk so he could have access to her ass. Picking up the buttplug, he started with it, rubbing it up and down her. We were sitting way in the back and the theater wasn't very busy. There was no one sitting within 10 rows of us, so I reached down and started rubbing his pants and grabbing his growing cock. I whispered let's get out of here and we went to my apartment. As soon as we got in the door I closed it and pushed him against it and started kissing him passionately. After a great make out session we moved to my bed and I undressed him. He was about 5 foot 7 and a moderately muscular build from his Air. ”“I understand that, but please allow me to try.”“What sort of questions do you hope to have them answer, Sergeant?”“The actual questions do not matter as much as the responses. These will tell me how the person thinks; how they perceive people, things, and events.”“How do you mean?”“Let me tell you an old story, about a newly settled American community. It was a ‘dry’ town, to suit the God-fearing residents: no alcohol. This was fine until an entrepreneur arrived and proceeded to build his own.