Was it really Jo? If so, did that mean she was still alive?I opened my eyes and turned my head to look around. I was in a private room and it didn’t...look like my local Mountview Hospital. I could see daylight through the half-shuttered blind, so it wasn’t night time. A young woman in a nurse’s uniform was sitting reading a book. She must have heard the faint rustling when I moved my head because she looked up from the book she was reading and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw I was. I guess some folks stay in denial. Others… not so good.”He gave her a quick grin and continued, “I suspect for you, especially with all those old ‘good Catholic girl’ messages, there’s bound to be some guilt and shame to deal with in enjoying all this kink stuff. Of course, it’s not as though the Catholic church has a leg to stand on about sexual morality, not after all that priest pedophile crap. In the BDSM world – at least in everything I do – safe, sane, and consensual is an absolute. After carefully selecting a sexy thin black thong, you then wondered if you should even wear a bra, thinking back to Tanya's teasing you decide to not bother with one. With underwear sorted you select a suitable short backless red dress. You apply a little bit of makeup and check yourself out in the mirror, "looking good girl" you think to yourself as you do a twirl in the mirror, and smacking you're ass with both hands and giggling. "thank god for discreet packaging and online shops" you say. I said her name, Charlotte, and I gasped and moaned. She began gasping too and said my name and how I felt so good inside of her. She took my hands from her hips and pinned them above my head by leaning her arms and her body weight on them, effectively pinning them to the loveseat. She continued to grind and ride my cock, gasping and moaning, lost in a pleasure that she only knows. I too, was in such pleasure, I could barely speak. I just sit there and let her go crazy on me. She kept on.