“I need to know that I can trust you to use that word if I push beyond your limits; conversely, you need to know that I will honor the word and actu...lly stop. Does this all make sense?”Allison’s mind was being blown with every word that escaped Lacey’s mouth. “It does.” She acknowledged. She could not believe that for everything that was going on, how responsible Lacey was being about it.“Safety is of course the priority with anything we do. The three pillars of ‘BDSM’, a term that really. Turning on the temperature, testing it with my hand before plunging myself under the warm water. Leaning against the wall placing my leg up on edge while my hand slowly slides down my body. Massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples, remembering what we did. My hand going further, plunging two fingers between my lips and feeling the wetness, the warmth. Rubbing my clit faster and faster as memories of his touch, his kisses, his tongue, what pleasure they gave me. Rubbing faster and faster my. I reached home at 11, by that time kids went to sleep. Geetha was looking at me in a different way. I was stunned to see Geetha in the transparent blouse. Before Geetha started to talk I locked her mouth with my mine. Liplocked for 5 minutes. While kissing I removed her saree and thrown away and lifted her petticoat up to her hips lowered her panty and fingered her pussy and pressed it hard.And I said to Geetha we will try something different today. I asked her to imagine me as some other. You are wearing one of the worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. "Pervert!"Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you on your turf. "Oh yeah?! Pervert?!" I retort to your obvious glee; as I pounce over the bed I growl, "I'll show you pervert!". Your reflexes are like a wound spring and I land on the warm occupied a split second before. You.