In spite ofthe humiliation, I felt a deep pleasure inside at those times. In quarrels,when my friends used to beat me up , I never attacked them back,...because Iloved the submissive and feminine feeling I enjoyed when being beaten up. Therewas a guy called Ciril who loved slapping across my face very much. At college, friends used to call me"Madam". I never resisted it because I enjoyed it. I was fare, goodlooking and was having a feminine face. Also I was very much submissive inbehavior. . ”After another moment of silence, she replied, “Black.”Amused, Ed watched as she repeated, “Shadow, okay. Well, I see that he’s one of ours. Sorry to call.”She hung up the phone and looked up at Ed apologetically. She said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were one of our agents. I thought that you were a disgruntled taxpayer.”Smiling broadly, Ed replied, “No problem.”She said, “Did you know there’s another man with a large cat around here?”“Yes, I know. John Carter. He’s upstairs waiting for. Her planning time was cut short, because she realized it was almost 9:00. Her mother and sister would be home in less than ten minutes. With an exclamation of displeasure that sounded awfully like the word "shit," she rushed to find paper towels. And her pants. Still naked, she sprinted towards the kitchen, dripping cum. Interested in the taste, because Jon had always said it was good, she reached her finger to her thigh. Hesitantly, she dipped her finger and brought it to her lips. Nipping. As hismistress led him to me, I saw that his cock was soft. Iwas so horny that I scarcely had the patience to lickhim hard, but I did. He entered me hesitantly frombehind so I thrust back hard against him with a growlto bring him all the way inside. He leaned forward towhisper in my ear, “I’m sorry, Beth, I had no ideayou’d be here.” The fool! Why was he apologizing for the greatestsexual experience of my life? Ignoring his words, Iarched my back and coiled and uncoiled.