And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” �... That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of the latter. She. So I started hitting it raw. The difference this time around was that I wasn't in the shower. And it felt amazing. I started pumping away at about a medium pace. She wanted more. "Fuck me harder Dean. Faster and harder." I quickened the pace to the point where I thought the car would move and drive right through the garage door. It was rocking while I absolutely pounded her pussy. She was gripping my arm with one hand and the car with the other, bracing for another orgasm. "Oh my God I'm. " Better now?" I asked. "You say that as if you were sick or something." I was sick!" she said urgently. "I was sick to do all of the things I did. It was sex. I needed it. I needed it all of the time. I had always been curious about sex, and then after my body began to develop, I lost my mind over it. Literally." So you're better now?" I asked softly."Yes and no," she replied with a deep sigh. "I went to a special doctor. She explained that I have all of the markings of a nymphomaniac,. Sometimes it was the simple act of having a picture taken of her naked body, something which she had done many times with the married photographer in her undergraduate college days. Or, it was the pleasure she derived from exposing her naked body to others or having others watch as she participated in some form of sexual pleasure with another person or group of persons. As she once explained, just having someone stare at her exposed pussy was enough to cause her spine to tingle, chills to race.