All her hesitation disappeared, and he even felt bad for not complying with her orders immediately. She wiggled her ass invitingly. But Spike didn't m...unt her yet.--- "Please Spike. You want me to beg you?"That was kind of a obvious questions. Men, human or animal, liked to be begged.--- "Please, Spike. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours to use." --- she said pushing her ass into his nose.After some pretended hesitation, Spike finally mounted her, and. Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle. She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not doing so. After the 10th stroke she gave me an 11th, 12th, 13th it just went on and on until after she had counted to twenty she stopped and laughed at me for innocently believing that she would give me only the 10. . Dagmar, that is, not Margaret. Twenty minutes into our first session, she had me stripped and she was screwing my socks off! I’ve never seen anything like it. There was no warning, no nothing! One minute I’m talking to sweet, civilized Margaret, the next, her total opposite is attacking me! That Dagmar is the sexiest, the most erotic, the most ravenous sex machine imaginable! And Marty, the only reason I’m telling you this is because I know that if you encounter her again, she’s going to tell. "I'm sorry Mr. Black... I picked up my dry cleaning I'm sure I have a better shirt to change into!" she said in practically a whisper. She stood to rush out and Jeremy held up his hand to stop her Jeremy was happy to see the reaction before him. She fell for it every time. "Bring em to the brink of self-esteem destruction, let them feel bad for a few minutes, offer no remorse, no solace. Be firm and at the peak of the moment, hang out that hand to catch her from her fall and pull her back.