"Got to make sure you're looking like a good well-trained fag for thefilm"."Ok fag" Pete said. He turned the pad round so I could see the sentencewrit...en in big letters."Can you read it yeah?". I nodded, but gulped."Look straight in the camera and start speaking when I signal fag". Inodded again. I watched him get his phone ready to film. My mouth feltdry. I heard it click on and he signalled for me to speak.I just couldn't say the words. I looked at the pad and my lips movedtrying to say. I laid it out about 30 feet from the truck in a nice flat clearing and we both sat down on it. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.” Jackie told me. I told her that I wanted the same thing. Jackie pushed me back, lifted my shirt and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees. I wasn’t expecting this. I thought I would be the one making the advances and so did my wife. The plan was for me to get her stripped naked, take her clothes and leave. I wasn’t supposed to have. He spent a lot of his free time at home online exploring his "interests." For as long as he could remember, he had been absorbed by fantasies in many kink circles, long before he ever knew that those circles existed. He had spent a lot of time trying to hide those thoughts, or by distracting himself with more generic porn, until finally he grew to accept that it was okay to have more varied interests than most admitted.After at last accepting that he enjoyed spankings, humiliation, and bdsm, he. She tasted perfect, and continued to watch me as I moved my head level with hers. I began to kiss her and she kissed me back. Hard. Harder and more passionately than I've been kissed in my short life. I had done something to get here, and I had an idea of what it was. I broke the kiss and wrapped my hand around her throat. My large hands making her throat look fragile."John what are you doing?" I firmed up my grasp so that she could feel the effects of the reduced blood flow. I leaned in right.