We’re used to it. I once heard a tape by Ram Dass, an American spiritual teacher, in which he told of seeing a newspaper article about an abused bab... being taken away from his mother. As a police matron tried to take the baby, he kept struggling to remain in his mother’s arms. Although his mother was the one who beat him, she was the one he knew. He was used to her. He wanted to remain in familiar territory.This story illustrates our relationship to our own egos. The ego is our pain, but it is. I guess I came across one of those women that was just starved for good sex with someone who cares about her, which I did very much, and everything really was wonderful.We grew a lot together, sexually speaking. Living out fantasies or playing on desires that had never been realized before. We never went so far as anything sadistic or masochistic, didn’t introduce others into our sex life, and never did anything that we didn’t think the other wouldn’t like. It ranged from lovemaking by soft. “Ouch!”.Then, I unhooked her jeans button. Unzipped her and slid her pants down. She holds onto my shoulders while lifting one leg at a time to help me strip her of her pants. The black panty covered only the most private places and reveals everything else. I let my fingers run down slowly touching the inside of her leg moving from her knees to her thighs. Her soft white thighs were looking very sexy and I could not stop myself from giving it a bite.She screamed a little loud this time. “Be. I felt my cock harden in my pants as my eyes feasted on her luscious breasts as just a bit of the soft brown areola surrounding her nipples started to show. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as my mouth became suddenly dry. I tried to speak, but it was as if I had forgotten how. “Come here big boy,” she said, beckoning with a finger motion. “I am going to teach you the proper way to please a lady.” I stood up and slowly walked toward her not wanting to show the anticipation I felt in my.