So in contrast I prefer my men to do whatever they want to do with me. I let them use me and abuse me, but I draw the line at pain. A little slap and ...ickle is fine, but don't push it.Speaking of tickles, Marco seems to find great joy in tickling me, making me arch my back and push my breasts out every time he does it. My breasts are rather nice to look at, not too big or too small and my nipples are almost always hard in the air conditioning. Now and then he gives my rump a little slap and. Do I want to lose my virginity here? What about all the sexually transmitted diseases that have yet to be cured? Will one night of pleasure be worth it if my dick falls off?Something bumped me from behind, disrupting my train of thought. I turned and found a small group of men crowding the porch behind me. I followed the focus of their attention to see that they were staring at a goddess. Standing about five foot eight in heels, a thin framed woman with a light complexion and strawberry blonde. Young men had little experience of their own, and certainly had not earned the right to enjoy the most desirable females, so they were required to treat a girl with respect, take her out like a gentleman, and attempt to actually woo her in order to have sex. The odds were definitely against him, though, unless a girl truly liked him and was interested in marrying him. They were expected to gain sexual experience by availing themselves of older, unmarried women whose primary role was being. Then gradually I felt my orgasm come. And this time the dildo kept going. Oh, it was so nice. So exciting. So incredibly fucking marvelous. Now Marcus kept the remote control off for the next 20 minutes and we walked briskly together through the woods. It was not the first time I had walked with him on a leash and I was getting a little used to it. Twice we heard some people approach. The first time, Marcus allowed me to take off my collar. I was thankful for this. Even if it didn't stop the.