..bubbling up! Over the last few years, I’ve noticed that while spanking an adorable submissive’s girlie bottom, I sometimes start humping them! Y...s, you heard me correctly. Hump, as in what every dog wants to do.It’s easy to explain why I do the humping thing... Though female in body parts and mind, I've got loads of Testosterone.Deciding to take a closer look at the “humping” situation, I thought further. How do my lovely Subs react to my "hump?"Well, because I always request a "bottom. .”He finally seemed to move in for the kill. “You mean like how we hung out the other night?”I could feel my dick twitch. “For example,” I said.Chad nodded. “You know,” he said, “it felt so good when I was fucking you—”“It felt good when I was fucking you too.”“Yeah, well, don’t get any ideas,” he said. “I never get fucked. I was drunk.”I shrugged. “That’s not what you said when you begged for my dick.”Chad gave my butt a hard slap. “You’re lucky you have this,” he said. “Or else I’d. All his limbs have become completely paralysed, he has lost his voice also, and we ourselves find much trouble in endeavoring to catch some fragments of his meaning." Noirtier cast an appealing look on Valentine, which look was at once so earnest and imperative, that she answered immediately. "Sir," said she, "I perfectly understand my grandfather's meaning at all times." That is quite true," said Barrois; "and that is what I told the gentleman as we walked along." Permit me," said the notary,. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..