I prick her hard, but not enough to draw blood. But I poke her everywhere below the shoulders, no area is safe from my manic picking.Next up is a clea...ing brush with strong bristles. It’s new and therefore clean, but the bristles also haven’t been softened by use. Well, I’m using it now. I use it to get some colour into my generally pale-skinned sister. I brush her legs, her feet, her sides, her belly. Then her breasts. And finally, her pussy. Her entire skin now has a reddish tint and is quite. I remember that I was walking past my local shops on my way home to myhusband, David. The shops were mainly shut and there shutters weredown. The pub was open but there were only a few people outside smokingand they finished their cigarettes and went back inside as I approached.At that point I remember something damp being placed over my face andmouth by a strong hand, I tried to pull the hand away for a moment andthen I blacked out.This wasn't the first time I had blacked out but this was. You probably feel a sense of that now don't you?You: Yes. Kinda.Stranger: Yes, exactly. A part of your conscious mind craves moments when it can just turn off and relax, so that is what you feel now. Even if it is a little taste of it, it still is a need your mind desires to allow to grow more and more. It is how your teacher told you about the advertising offering something your mind wants like food when it is hungry. I offer a need to let go, a need to relax, and because your mind wants. She replied that it was up to me, that she was up for some fun if I wanted it to happen. I told her how much the thought of her satisfying the old boy really turned me on. She told his room number, I told her to put her shear see through nighty on and to do her make up again. As I turned to leave I told her that if she ended up sleeping with him then she had to do whatever he wanted, to be his submissive whore. She nodded yes so of to his room I went.I knocked and he answered in his robe, he.