I guess I'm kind of a slut, or something..." She finished with a short, rueful laugh. "Hey-- stop right there. No. Enjoying sex-- and even needing ...t on some level-- that does NOT make you a slut. It makes you human. We are ALL sluts, right?" "I guess I should have said, like, nympho or something? Um... I think I kind of need sex more than most girls. It's why I... Um. Well, I guess there's more I have to tell you. This part isn't always so easy." Oh, Lord, I thought. Here's the. I pulled down until my head was between his feet. The sight of the floor and his feet made me feel incredibly submissive and weak, and oddly peaceful. There was a comfort I didn't expect in being controlled so thoroughly.He stepped out of the underwear and sat in the chair."Ask to suck my cock," he said. "And you better sound like a real girl. If I get soft before I cum, you will be whipped again."I had never tried to sound like a sexy girl before, but I had to try. I couldn't take another. ‘I guess I should be heading to bed too. I’m in the guest bedroom. Will you be sleeping on the couch?’ ‘Yeah… I’ve drunk too much to drive home and I don’t fancy having to come back tomorrow to get my car.’ Fenny went to the bathroom and cleaned off her makeup and brushed her teeth. She then changed into one of Phil’s old t-shirts that she was using as a nightgown and was about to get into bed when there was a knock on the door. It was Andy. ‘I’m sorry to disturb you, but I could do with some. And now my husband doesn't want to. He says it is weird."I did not answer. Instead I now traced my fingers over the front of her panties starting at her hip. She was slim and her hip bones were slightly protruding from her flat stomach. Not much but enough for the string to not lie flush over her stomach. There was a little lift right next to the hip bones and my fingers slid under the material at this spot. I kept sliding my fingers along the top band of the panties but now from the inside. As.