.."The four of them gawped at me and Adams kind of hissed, "You're not serious, are you? You're not tellin' me yer still bonin' up to stupid stuff lik... that?"I nodded, not really getting it, and he went on, "I mean, Jesus, mate! Some of us moved on from gettin' kiddie kicks when we was like fourteen or somethin'." What's the problem with girls?" I asked, trying to figure out why the four of them looked so totally bossed-out."You're not actually sayin' you still whack off to girlie stuff, are. Start dinner when you're doneskull-fucking your new boyfriend slut," she said laughing as she walkedout the door, leaving me to my cruel task for another very long 15minutes....What were they doing, where were they at?I always fantasized about living a femdom lifestyle. I had no idea shewould take it this far. She has brought to fruition all of my wildestfantasies and so much more. She has become the epitome of a femdom wife,beyond anything I've ever fantasised. God I barely remember the last. "She turned.His hair was dark, straight, and brushed his shoulders. His eyes were bright, bright blue, noticeable even from across the room. He wore only black and, when he crossed the room to her, he moved like liquid. She expected a drawn, sharp, hoary version of a man and this was anything but. He was at least fifteen years her senior, but only in a way that made him seem more experienced. Not more aged.He stood before her and bowed. It was so quiet, it seemed like everyone in the room – or. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, as he took in her beauty. She was not wearing a bra and now stood in only a pair of pale yellow panties. As his eyes traveled down her body, he noticed a visible wet spot in the front of them."So, I take it you like my boobs?" she teased, as she leaned forward and squeezed them together.Jason stood up and Joyce lay on the bunk. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. He smiled at her as he quickly opened his belt, opened the front of his pants.