"Hell Yeah! But let's go to my room. I want to get this on video!" Oh,So You can watch it again later on and jerk off? I don't think so. I'll only let...you film Me doing this if You promise that We watch it together. And who knows,if You play your cards right,I may be willing to let You make another one when I take him for a walk."Using Mom's hair dryer and a couple of towels,I dried off the dog while Andy got the cameras and lights set up. Then we all headed for the kitchen. After I discovered. .I was imagining Judy. We moved a year later to an area in Southern California that was, by coincidence, close to Judy and Bill. I saw Judy at least twice a week after that for one reason or another. She became an obsession. I would find myself savoring her perfume as she passed close by, trying to catch glimpses of as much of her as I could any time I could. I would often go into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and take her bra or panties out of the hamper and spend the next half hour or so. And her body covered indeep weals from a vicious whipping she had justreceived. But the tattoo was unmistakable, The letter O with a naked bound girl circled by a whip.I called Sue over and she was a bit shocked, "Oh, Tinais a naughty girl" This led us to look more closely atC's profile. The photo's were mostly BDSM with somewatersport and s**t into the bargain. But it was hercomments that startled us most. Quiet polite Tinawas quite the vamp online and we made a bit of sportof finding her. I would have no trouble finding my way home, as long as I didn’t stray from the walkway. I had no exact intentions for this trip. The chances of finding this stranger were slim, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with him. Or what I wanted him to do to me. I stared at my feet as I walked, contemplating my motives. I wanted to feel the same striking mix of shock and arousal I had experiences the previous day. I wanted him to stride over to me, push me on the ground and.