I let her, I help her on and just as she starts to breath as I know she does when the ending is close; my fingers come out. I raise them to my lips, t...e slick juice of her cunt coats them. The smell invades my mind; I lick her off of me, the taste of her intoxicating. She looks at me flushed and frustrated unable to concentrate on what just happened. Her breath flows hard and deep willing herself back to some kind of sense.The ropes hold her. She is still imprisoned. I check her hands and feet,. But in bed you needn’t have been. I felt the sting from that session for days afterwards. A constant reminder of the sex god who ushers me from reality into a world where only the two of us exist. And I would have felt it again and again. Happily But those instances where you stroked and excited the little masochist in me wasn’t all there was. There was pleasure. I was once again on my tummy getting the most delicious anal from you. It was one of our earlier and you were wearing a condom. But. I had an uneventful chood, my family was close andmy parents had good values and tried to teach them tomy brother and me as we grew up. But because we wereillegals we had to stay to ourselves a lot and I wasn’tpopular at school and I didn’t have any friends tospeak of growing up.I guess that’s why when Cindy (a white chick who was acashier at the Dollar Store were I worked afterdropping out of the eighth grade) took an interest inme I was all over myself to make her like. My panties were soakingwet that night. I wanted Cindy to tie me up and make me orgasm. Two weeks passedwith me touching myself every night thinking about this until I couldn't holdback. I went up to Cindy in class and gave her a note on folded paper. Sheread it and I heard her giggle behind me at her desk. The note said only threewords: "Please Tie Me". My panties were soaking and I wondered if my jeanswere going to show a wet spot to the whole class. Two days later was Friday, and Cindy gave.