“I am ready,” she whispered.“We shall do your thighs now.” I saw her hands clench again on the ropes.Her screams, as the cat’s tails bit on ...he soft, virgin skin of the back of her thighs, were shriller than anything that had come before. The skin on the back of a woman’s thighs is thinner, softer, and more delicate than on her back. The strokes, falling on virgin flesh, previously untouched by the whip, unprepared, hurt more and cut deeper. My beloved screamed louder, her eyes wide open, her. “Daddy and Bear were magnificent. I was mainly along for the ride.”Still, Vanessa knows me so well. And knows my body, my needs, her needs, our needs. We went to bed shortly after dinner three nights in a row. Walker and Pilar seemed to approve. Hobo and the Proper Villain held their own counsel.Vanessa and I would emerge from our shower and she became a tiger. Hungry, ferocious, greedy. Needy. And relentless.I fell asleep in her arms ... spent. Physically, emotionally, sexually. And woke up. It was no good I had to release my cock from its confined quarters and stroke it properly. I had the window down and the summer air felt good as it gently blew around my now free and throbbing cock. I checked around, good, no one about. I slowly started to stroke my full length, running the sight I had just seen through my mind, her pussy was beautiful, neat, lower lips glistening in the sun. I closed my eyes imagining sliding my tongue slowly along those lovely lips, flicking her little clit. I was so pissed with him – and I kind of went even more off the rails than before.”Pictures of Jazmine at 21, at 22, at 23, partying, clubbing, dancing with multiple partners.“Once you’ve had sex with your da, and enjoyed it, your eyes are wide open to the pleasures of deviancy! Sex between a man and a woman loses its edge. Group sex, double-penetration, threesomes ... That’s where the thrills are. I know I’m a wee slut now. I love it. I am what he made me, and I want to show him just how far.