"I guess maybe because we are together so much." Ally ventured for an answer."Could be." I agreed."I wanted to be able to hang around someone we didn'... have to pretend with, someone we could just be ourselves." My step sister told me to further defend her spilling the beans to Jenny.Ally's position wasn't without validity. I could understand where she was coming from. While playing secret was exciting at first, it did wear on you after awhile."You cool with me telling her?" I don't really know.. She realised her stomach was in chubby little rolls and made to cover herself with the blanket. “I love your body” He said it so simply that she believed him. “I don’t …” But she let go of the blanket regardless. “I want you as you are. All of you” He leaned down and kissed her stomach. She trusted him and tried to relax as much as possible. He added a second finger. Her pussy now stretched deliciously, gripping him tightly. He rammed his fingers into her, she bucked her hips and fought. Our belief was that to be fair to Butch, he had to know that I was his given the right situations (I’ll get into that in the last step). In a sense, maybe literally, I was to be his bitch. This is probably the toughest part for most women to fully accept. To be a woman in many parts of her life (husband, friends, social groups, household responsibilities) and then, also, a bitch to her dog, wrestling with him, mating and knotting, cleaning him later. But for the right woman the experience is. The shock to her genitals invoked something that could not be called an orgasm, but made her give a similar cry, regardless of how agonizing it was. Electrocution was one of Xavier's favorite methods of torture, especially to the erogenous zones. The charges dropped and jumped like a heartbeat, pulsing through her muscles and making her jerk. Every time she moved, she inadvertently pulled against the hooks in her skin, widening the injuries. It didn't take long for her to rip free of one, and.