Not that she did not enjoy it, far from it. It was that she enjoyed it almost too much. She wanted to stay that free. That uninhibited. She wanted to ...ush her own boundaries, do the things she had only written about, but it was scary. Very scary.She had taken to wearing only a sleep shirt or nothing at all when wandering the apartment, the idea of covering up making little sense, other than comfort, after the few times during which she had been completely under his control. She had not written. All she could focus on was being fucked hard by that thing. Hitching her skirt and slipping off her knickers she sat on the edge of the desk. "Fuck me, fuck me good and hard," she hissed.Joey could see her opened peach dripping with the hope of sinful ecstasy. He could feel it too, a longing inside him to have the tight wet flesh of her pussy wrap around his hardened cock. Joey drove it in filling her beyond capacity, pain stabbed at her from below and endorphins flooded her from above. The. I asked Sam about the columns of sensor data scrolling up the screen, which jumped whenever he touched a place I recognised.Matt – that was his name – went bright red and apologised: “sorry Alia - I didn’t realise this end was ‘live’ – come over here and sit down”. He was pretty much the only one still wearing shorts – but there was a definite bulge when I stroked his knee.“Look – I think your ‘problem’ is just here” pointing to my bottom. He had added an outline to the three dimensional. Anyway as i said earlier popping in after footie practice on a sunday was the norm, and it was just a really nice way of spending an afternoon away from my immediate family, she was my second mother full of wisdom and advice that i obviously wouldn't take in from my own parents.The usual thing happened every sunday id run a bath while gran put my kit in the wash, id jump in the bath plenty of bubbles just in case she popped in and id lay back and relax.Well i must have relaxed too much as i.