All it says is…“10-day load, sissy”I’m immediately aroused. I walk to the room, trying not to be seen, and I feel my heart racing. I key into ...he door. The lights are dim, but bright enough to see.He’s standing there, tall and lean, wearing business dress attire and his V for Vendetta mask. “Take off your sweatshirt,” he says. “And get on your knees.”I take off my hooded sweatshirt and show off my two long French-braided pigtails. My whole body is completely shaven, by his request. I strip down. He wasn't even a particularly good lover, though my knowledge in this area was previously limited to a furtive, drunken coupling with a barely known teenager on my sixteenth birthday. From what I heard from the girls at work, my sex life was also fairly dull and conventional. Certainly if their giggled tales of sexual gymnastics were to be believed.He wasn't even a man's man. However, he did make me laugh. He could tease delighted shrieks of merriment from me even with the most mundane aspects. I sat on the couch checking out her place, it was nicely furnished, clean, and on her coffee table I saw a book about BDSM! I picked up the book and was leafing through it checking out the pictures of women and men restrained in all kinds of different ways. About 10 minutes later, she came out wearing a different pair of black yoga pants and Ramones t-shirt that was tight, showing off her large tits. They were hanging a bit and I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She went to the kitchen and. “Is it not amusing?’ I nodded, trying to seem as aroused as she was. Fortunately the ministrations of her hand between my thighs was helping. Idly she toyed with the rings she had screwed to my lips. The brunette suddenly launched an offensive. Pushing herself from the wall she took the blonde totally by surprise and floored her, falling upon her and sinking her teeth into her neck.Alexandra was breathless now, as if she too were fighting. The girls’ attention was focused solely on victory and.