"It wasn't what got into me lover; it is what wanted to get into me" and then she told me the story. "You want to know the weird part? I really wanted...to get into that car and find out what it would be like to fuck some stranger for money."That was the start of it. From then on, at least once every two weeks she would go out and walk on the street until someone pulled over and tried to pick her up. I was always parked where I could watch her and be close enough to get to her if there was. I was fine with that though because I had alwaysconsidered that Paul and Sarah were exactly that, part male, mainly inthe physical sense, and part female, predominately in the mental andemotional sense. I liked this though because I enjoyed the paradox ofknowing that the more female I appeared physically, then the moremasculine my body responded as this was the only way that Sarah couldshow her arousal."God Paul - Sarah - just what do I call you now my love?" Rosie asked asshe came to join me. It is like giving the keys to the bank to Jesse James! And like any addict, I thought I was in control, that I could handle it. But I was wrong. Starting that first ride I lost control - I was "hooked". One day I decided to take it a bit too far. Hey, it was inevitable - all addicts push their "habits" to the breaking point. For me it was when I tried the Sybian in bondage. You see, I am a submissive and John is my Dominant. We often play BDSM games and being "made" to serve and service him is. So she let her natural reactions guide her. "Good girl... wider..." Sandra still spoke as if there were no possibility her order would be disobeyed, although quieter this time, and then turned back to pay attention to the teacher, her fingers still seeking to slide into Magan. She bit her bottom lip, but she did as she was told, her legs spreading wider to let her new friend touch her smooth wet pussy. It felt so hot. The teacher was explaining that the first section would be devoted kissing,.