You've been on my ass since the minute Jen was out the door," Ryan said angrily. "Don't you even fucking understand?" Sure, I understand. I told you, ... know it sucks." You know what Darius, I don't think you do understand. You've never given a shit about anybody. You've never been in love, you know that? You don't even know what love is." Man, fuck you. Why do ya gotta get so personal?" Because we're talking about personal shit here! And you can't tell me what to do, because we're not in your. These thoughts all ended up the same. In my mind I ended up the pne being choked, being used, being punished like the whore I was. After a month of this I txt MD letting her know that it was all off, I couldn't do it anymore. She understood. She wished me well and told me she would miss me. My desire to be used and degraded built up over time. To help with this I began watching sissy trainer videos. following their instruction and eating my own cum helped but it still built up. More and more I. It was at least twelve inches long and it was as thick as my own forearm.I sensed it would not fit in my mouth for sure.But the black guy made me open my red lips and he shoved his beautiful hard veiny cock deep inside of my throat…I gagged on him and then he slipped out. He ordered me to lick him easy and he first rubbed his veiny cock slowly on my face.Then I kissed the tip and started licking and sucking into my mouth as far as I could. My tongue swirled around it and finally I dared to get. One wall had the leather bondage implements, whips, chains and ropes hanging on pegs. The bureau contained my lingerie, breast forms, stockings, dildos and strap-on sets. There was also a ?bondage horse?. This was a leather padded piece of equipment, similar to the ?horses? used in gymnastics, except this horse had ankle and wrist straps, and other locking devices. I could be bent over the top, so my feet were on one side and my arms on the other, or tied down on top of it with one arm and.