"Would you, er..." she stammered."Would I what?" he asked"Would you fuck me? I know I said I don't care for sex? But I'm so horny? If you're going to ...eep me, please fuck me." Shit, Mindy! Your body is now a machine. I don't fuck machines. Especially sewage treatment machines!"With screwdriver, he removed the hinges that attached the top of the toilet box to the bottom and set it aside. Her wrists and ankles were still securely locked in place, and the many belts still held her firmly down.He. We were talking and making plans to meet up soon.I had also been emailing my submissive "2" about scheduling our next play session as well/Backstory:The first porn videos I saw, when I was younger, included "Debbie Does Dallas" and something I think was called "A Hundred and One Nights" with Sheharazade or something like that/That second one had a few different stories, that were really erotic to me/One of them was a scene featuring a white woman with very dark hair that just barely touched her. Instead I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I layed her down and then started kissing her. I moved to her neck and cupped a small breast. Then I moved my mouth down to her breasts and sucked on them, while I was doing that, my hand slid down, lightly across her flat tummy and then to the top of her pussy slit. I used one finger to part her lips and found her clit. She gasped as I started moving my finger in a circle over it. “Do you like that?” I asked her.“Oh, yes. I’ve never. The room seemed to grow quieter as Steven watched her in the mirror, moving with the slow, sensuous grace of a cat. She looked radiant with the lights reflecting off her blonde hair and the sparkle in her eyes when she saw him looking at her. Turning in his seat, Steven found himself looking directly into her eyes and was lost for words before finally saying "Hello." A look of concern and surprise crossed Cassandra's face which was quickly replaced by an impish smile. "Is that all you have to.