"Now someone please just wipe it off."Kara's soft voice chimed in, "See how helpless you are now? Something so simple, like wiping your own nose, you ...an't even do for yourself. You have to ask us to help you, are you starting to understand? You can't do anything in that jacket, not a thing. So if you want help, you have to ask nicely."I squirmed and grimaced. "I said please!" I protested.The sensation of the whipped cream was really starting to bother me now."Please what?" she asked."Please. The slave could only tell, from her kneelingposition, that Mz. Dominica was picking up something -- but shecouldn't tell what. The looped cords continued to fascinate her, asmemories from last night surfaced. Images of Annie dancing, sinuously.Remembering her desire to untie those laces, and run her fingers overthe smooth, shiny skin revealed by the gaps in the leather. Her achingclit began to throb... throb... throb... as if it were dancing, too."Here we are!" Mistress shifted position, facing. And; Last, but not least, The 7th kind of sex is called: Social Security Sex.You get a little each month. But not enough to enjoy yourself.PLEASE DO NOT REPLY TO TELL ME WHAT STAGE YOU ARE IN. I have enough problems Of my own!!Give up smoking, drinking, and sexGod visited a woman and told her she must give up smoking, drinking, and sex if she wants to get into heaven.The woman said she would try her best.God visited the woman a week later to see how she was getting on.“Not bad” said the woman,. ..." I scrambled for some other way to tempt him, for some way ofdelaying the inevitable. There was nothing. "I...." How about yourself?" he said, leaning forward slightly. "Offer me yourbody, Cindy." My... body?" That lovely mouth of yours. That tight bottom. I do not suppose youhave a pussy buried away down there? Too bad. Go on, Cindy, suck me off.Maybe if I fuck your ass I will let you go."The look of revulsion that crawled across my face couldn't be hidden.Sick bastard. The inevitable.