“Try to relax your muscles,” he whispered. Shutting my eyes, I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, imagining I was blowing out all of the ti...htness, relaxing my stomach, my vagina, my thighs and finally my anus. His probing fingers felt the change and he pressed more insistently until one fingertip slid tightly into my back door. I clenched down on it involuntarily, but he held it there until I relaxed and then worked it in and out with short movements, lubricating and desensitising me to. Afterward, she lay there wondering about herresponse to the pain. She was a little shaken by her response, but at the sametime, incredibly turned on. He recognized her feelings. He was experiencedin the realm of BDSM and had seen other newcomers to that realm begin to appreciatehow pain could heighten their experience. The next night was Friday and they planned to spend the whole weekend together.They went out to an elegant restaurant and then drove to the opera, her fulllips wrapped around his. The sight of her sinning weakness of the flesh was a trial for her but she knew she would be forgiven just as long as she maintained an acceptable shield of proper behavior. It was important for her to be a good role model for the students at all times and give them inspiration to keep their legs crossed when the opposite sex was close at hand.The pretty nun always locked her bottom drawer of the triple bureau in her small room. Her sins of the flesh were hidden in there like kinky clues to her. We had about three or four beers with Steve and his fiancé’ Jan, a beautiful redhead in the Reba mold, before we headed to the dance. Another two beers in the car and I was high as a kite when we arrived.I don’t remember much about the meal but I do remember drinking 7 and 7’s all night long. Harry wasn’t much of a fast dancer but loved to slow dance, holding me close and kissing my neck as he squeezed by bum. I noticed his hard on seemed bigger that night and as we danced I reached down and.