Once they were all gone and Kelly was by herself in her own apartment she sat back and smiled. Curious about the noise coming from upstairs she sat s...ill and listened. Realizing there was a rhythm to the noise she knew that her upstairs neighbors must be having sex. Because Kelly was a virgin didn't mean that she was ignorant to the act of sex. She would sit back and listen to her friends tell their stories and get excited. She would rush home and run to her room and imagine the stories she. Eventually she came down stairs. She was dressed to kill. She wore a black slip like party dress. Black hose and black pumps. Her face was made up nicely, and she had a half-full glass of wine in her hand. She walked like she was feeling no pain. She teetered over to me with a smile on her face."My, my, my, what do we have her. A little bondage slut." With her free hand, she felt up my crotch. "And a horny one at that." My whole body writhed at her touch. I pushed the ball gag out with my. " with that Debbie leaned back and spread her legs wide. Jen got a close look at Debbie’s pussy and saw that it was clean shaved and looked very smooth. "Time for you to thank me, to make me feel as good as I made you feel. Time for you to learn about eating pussy." Debbie did not have to say it twice. Jen got down on her knees and start to lick Debbie's pussy. She was not sure what to do at first, she thought about the women in the movies and what they did. With that in mind and some guidance. I've toyed with the idea of responding to an ad for a D/s relationship, but never could make myself go through with it. It just seemed too desperate and lame to me. All my favorite stories were of loving gentle men that trained submissive women to love their own body, and they truly wanted to bring their lover to new heights of ecstasy. The man of my fantasies would care about me, and think of me as beautiful and special. He would enjoy my body in ways no one ever dared to before, and he would.