Joey, it's not the same." Deirdre, that's bullshit and after all those therapy sessions you know it, too. Raping or shooting are the same. They hurt. ...hey make you feel violated and without control."Deirdre sighed. "My brain tells me the same, Joey, but I feel so ... I feel dirty. Plus, I can't be with men anymore. When I'm alone in a room with a man I panic. I don't go to parties. I rarely eat out. They all think I'm screwy. How can you want a girl who's afraid of you?"Now, Joey's eyes showed. Upside down. She yowled in her sleep and started sniffing the air ... still asleep."I think she's waking up," said Grace. "What did you do with the hamburger?"I slapped myself on the forehead, "Shit!" David," said Grace, "Don't tell me you forgot it!" Ok." Ok, what?" Ok, I won't tell you I forgot it." I got up and fetched the packet from just outside the door."If you weren't my brother..." the rest was best left unsaid ... she did.Grace gestured with her left-hand kit. "Sit," she said, "As soon. When you can’t take any more you tell him to stand up and bend over the side of the bed, he does as he’s told and you get the lube making sure he’s nice and wet. You enter him slowly, groaning about how tight he is, you begin to fuck him. You reach around and whilst fucking him you stroke his hard cock, you keep going until he begs you to stop as he’s going to cum. You instantly stop and withdraw from his body. Watching you both together has me completely turned on and soaking wet. I get back. Most of the other "Doms" are really just enthusiastic members of the scene. Not me. Not by a long shot.It all started at the Minnesota Regional World's Strongest Man competition some ten or twelve years ago. I was pumped. Fresh out of college where my wrestling scholarship had paid for a shameful attempt at learning sports medicine (the anatomy lessons paid off, at least), I did it all. Bench, Squat, Chin Ups, Atlas Stones, Keg Toss, D-Bol, Deca, Human Growth Hormone, caffeine, cocaine,.