I felt tempted to bend over and touch my toes, thereby flashing whoever was seated behind me in the café. Master would never approve, I decided, and ...o I modestly did slow twists and side bends. My mind wandered back. “Bend over,” he said and when I did, he placed his hand on the small of my back. He laid the stripes down onto my ass cheeks and thighs. He told me to spread my legs and then to spread them further. Only when my knees started to buckle did he let up…until the second series with. I needed something that would stimulate my eyes, my ears, my mind, and most importantly my aching pussy. I hopped online, and logged into Lushstories, one of my favorite sex story websites. I was hoping one of my many friends would be there to help me get off as I rubbed my wet pussy. I was out of luck as all my friends were offline, not even one was there. I surfed around lesbian porn sites, rubbing my pussy a bit harder until I found a video that turned me on. It was two girls grinding and. It all sounded so normal — talking with yourself, fighting with yourself, making deals with yourself. Calling part of yourself by a different name."A deal," I said."Yes, Bruce. It was a few months before we met. I told her she could have her fun once in a while. But I had to have control. She'd have to give me notice and show me who it was she wanted to fuck. I had the veto on time and place and subject, so to say."She again smiled. It was a wider smile now. A bit of color had returned to her. I wanted to ask you, but you weren't there."Lisa fell silent for a minute. Looking away from the camera, she said, "Even when you were home, you weren't there. It always about your job, your trip, and your problems. I would start to tell you something and you would dismiss me. Once, you even told me to schedule an appointment. I couldn't figure out if you were joking or not."I remember a time when I was about nine years old. I was supposed to sell scout cookies door to door. Dad didn't want me.