Getting ready to see Eleanor was exciting. I fancied her of course, that much was obvious. She was my type, gently androgynous, attractive and incline..., I sensed, to take the lead.I went to my wardrobe and selected the same dress I’d been wearing when I first met Clemency, the wraparound tied at my hip. Maybe I wanted to lay the ghost and, for me, clothes often become associated with someone. I wanted to disconnect. I was disappointed to find a stain on it and, no matter how I tried to sponge. A half dozen different lunds for her pleasure. If they brought medical clearance, she would bareback them for an added fee. Nisha didn’t just lay there and let them poke her until they squirted. She gave them a real active ride just like they would expect from a girlfriend or wife. She remembered what they liked and really enjoyed their hands and mouth and body all over hers. A few with small lunds even got her ass occasionally, which Sushil had never done.Sunday was the only day Sushil had. I read many stories, became a member, and began searching using key words: submissive, lesbian, domination. Each story got me off as I role-played in my head being the submissive girl who is slowly seduced into a wonderful web of sin and submission. I tried to hint to Dave of my sexual needs and kinks, but he was clueless, as men usually are. All these desires, fantasies and obsessions came to a blunt head a week ago. It was a normal busy day like so many others, when she walked in. She was a. Have your way with me if you must, you disgusting pervert!”Quick as lightning, Bob cupped both hands and covered a breast with each, giving each of her breasts one quick squeeze. Then he jerked his hands away so fast that an observer might not have believed he actually did it. In the process he discovered his niece was not wearing a bra, and that her breasts were mighty firm and fine.Mindy, for her part, had been telling the truth. Not being allowed to date yet, no man had touched her breasts..