Something drew us to you and we’d like to learn why.”Considering the teenagers, the woman wiped her forehead, nudging her headband.Al noted they b...th wore elastic straps over their wrists. Swallowing, he took a chance, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeve, something he never did in public. The couple noticed the marks on his wrist. Instead of displaying curiosity, they dropped to one knee, crossing their right arm over their chest.“We await your command, Sir.”“Uh ... what?”Betty shifted around. Some nights though, the girls and the others didn’t come back to my buddy’s place. Just me. I’d smoke a couple joints and get nice and toasty. He would drink more, not much in partaking of Mary Jane. Eventually, we would end up in his bedroom upstairs. Door Closed. My Buddy would throw on some tunes, turn on the computer, and we would surf porn and rigorously masturbate to it. I’d eventually nut, and then pass out. Wake up the next AM and head home.But one evening, that all got upped a notch.. We always felt that if two consenting adults agreed on something and no one was forced than it did not matter how crazy, kinky , or bizarre it may seem. I have turned out to be quite the anal slut and love to be ass fucked more than anything.I enjoy video's of women being forced to submit and being used and humiliated and sometimes fantasize about it being me, but would always chicken out if he arranged something like that. I like the glory hole idea and fantasized about him backing me up to. Stepping towards the bottom of the bed, you drip wax onto my pussy. I cry out again, begging you to stop. You look up at me, and continue to drip it again and again over my pussy. As much as I beg you to stop, you know that I like it and that I want you to keep doing it. Putting the candle down, you start to stroke my body. Fingers fluttering over my nipples, lightly pinching and pulling at them, you lean down and kiss my lips softly. I look down my body at your fingers, watching them move over.