Thorpe would sit and talk politics, sports and music with Taylor, Max and other former friends of mine, and I’d only be summoned, in silence to serv...ce them sexually, take various forms of abuse, and bring more food and drink!But I don’t need friends anymore. I have my beloved Thorpe, my Master. I ran into him at a BDSM event three years ago, remembering him as a geek from high school?and then I begged him to whip and torture me, which Thorpe has happily done.I still work, and play tennis to. Sometimes my dad would force her to drink. By force, i mean he will insist on her drinking over and over. Usually she gives in and does drink, once she has had one, she’ll go for another and another. Sometimes she doesn’t feel like it and will say no, not today and gets frustrated if my dad continues, so he usually stops. When she does drink though, those night (and yes, i do know most people wouldn’t do this but,) i would slowly go and listen behind their closed bedroom door. I would hear my. His hand found my thigh and slowlyreached up and into my panties until as last, he touched me. He had mepanting with desire, just like himself. I climbed in the back seat andhe joined me.I lay back and he pushed me down, then with some help from me, foundhis target and entered me. Because of the way my device was made, Icould feel every movement. Quickly, he released and collapsed on top ofme. I moved him off and sat up, wanting more but I was unsure of hisability. He smiled at me, and we. “You’ll have to sit on his knee” said the old misery “unless you want to get in the back with the dogs”. By now Annie was just grateful to know that she would be out of the rain and warmer. “I’m sorry, but I’m very wet” she said as she slid onto the younger man, but he said nothing. However, when she caught a glimpse of his eyes she could see his interest had been taken by the transparency of her blouse and bra. Annie’s nipples were standing out proudly and she could have been naked for all.