“In what way?”Betsy struggled a little to come up with a proper analogy.Finally she said, “I guess it is a little like quitting smoking. You can...get through withdrawal pretty quickly, but smoking is a habit. The habit part is a whole lot more difficult to give up than the chemical dependency. Moving around was, in part, a habit. Just like a smoker craves a cigarette when things get tense, I crave moving.”“I never thought about it that way,” Sally said.She had heard of runners getting addicted. I began stroking it slowly, but he knew I could turn his pleasure into pain."So, when you said you'd do anything for me, that was bullshit?" I asked, as I laughed.Then he put his arm up, as he was making it clear he could just spank me again."I'm waiting," I said.I just gave him a kiss, and then he got on his knees. He pulled my panties down to my feet, and stood back up. I looked at him, and then he spanked me pretty hard. He got both cheeks, I couldn't help, but cheese. I took off my bra as. I wondered what they had planned. Isn’t that the best part of a holiday, wondering about it? What will Santa bring me this year? What is in that box? Who will be at my party? What will my lover give me?So, I just grinned and waited.Birthday afternoon, Mary pushed me out of the house with orders not to return for two hours. I considered finding the cute ski instructor I had my eye on, but instead went to a movie which I had not done in a while. When I returned, I found in the entry hall a purple. Sutapa grabbed my penis again and she out of the blue rolled back my foreskin as far back as possible. I yelled at the sudden pain but Sharmila laughed and said, “Sultana forbids her slave to cry in pain.” She then pushed me back on the bed and squatted over me with her ass hanging over my face, her hairy cunt just within the reach of my mouth. She bent down and started to lick my dick-head and the ultra-sensitive pink skin that had been exposed when she had pulled back my foreskin. Her nips.