"Let me help you with your swelling problem, I mean, do you want some help with that? I feel like when I was young with my boyfriend and my first time... his first time. Does that make any sense?" Vicki stuttered. "Look, you should not feel funny or ashamed about sex, it is natural and everybody has a first time. And many guys that I had been with still are not that good. That is how you feel, like you will not be good for the girl you are with? right?" Vicki said as she knelt down near me, I. "Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Szerchenko? Please?"She came out with a bottle of wine for me to open, and the Seder was underway. It was amazing. I hate to call it a meal, because it was a meal and a celebration and a solemn religious observance and a discussion group and an occasion for love. And for me, of course, it was an education, although it reminded me a lot of Christmas at my Aunt Ruth's. I found myself wondering what Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill were doing for Easter this. You aren't the only one who has changed, Sis. You probably don't know this–Mom doesn't even know it–but I am pretty into the BDSM thing. At least I am interested in it. I haven't really done anything with it because I don't have a girl. Or I didn't until now. But now that I do, you will belong to me and I will be the only one who fucks you. And by the same token, you are the only one I will fuck as well." That works for me. I agree. What else?" This next one is a bit tougher. I grew up, Anna,. I never in a million years thought I'd be his slut. We didn't talk much when I went to his office. It became like a routine and we had it down to about an hour. I didn't mind fucking him, but I did mind, that it was every day. He seemed to be getting his jollies off by this. It was finally the weekend and I was happy to just relax and not be bothered by Mr. Shadows. However, in the afternoon my phone beeped and he had texted me his address and told me to bring Rhonda and meet him at his house..