I was also into BDSM. I used to use online social websites for it, to chat with people. One day I found the profile of my college best friend. I was c...nfused. I sent a message-?Hi??Hello? she replied?Do you also like BDSM?? I asked?Would you be my slave?? she repliedMy hands went down to my shaved pussy and started to move over it. But I didn’t reply.?Where do you live? What do you now a days?? she asked?Southport, still looking for a job??Lucky you, I live in Southport and I have a job opening. Fergus had gotten the worst of it – unsurprising, given his weak leg that Wynne and Anders hadn’t ever completely been able to heal; blood trickled out of his nose and from a cut on his cheek, right next to the scar that pulled at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t look like he was feeling the pain, however; his fists were clenched, and he strained against Alistair to get back into it with Aedan.I pierced Aedan with my gaze, and he flushed, but I could tell he wasn’t done yet; Zev obviously. She took out his penis and swallowed it with her mouth. He was not yet fully erect, but Sharon attacked it with all the vigor she could muster."Please, please, please, let me make you happy," she wanted to cry out. Instead, she concentrated on the task at hand, growing in confidence that the routine of the morning blowjob was still intact.Then David stopped her."On the bed, on your knees."This time, there was no hesitation from Sharon. She scrambled to the bed, got on her knees and stuck her. And again.Astonishingly, his strength miraculously revived, he raised himself to force himself deeply into me, to stab into me again and again. The shock of the renewed attack rekindled the spark instantaneoulsy. Rolling balls of flame again blazed through my entire being and I cried out again and again. The intensity of his onslaught soared. He stressed each blow with a loud grunt, hammering burtally into me with a seething fury far greater than before. I was consumed by his ferocity, my body.