.. Johnny is the frame that wraps himself around me and holds me together, with each of the cracks literally being pushed together and held firmly in ...lace so that I do not break. This is how strong my bond is with Johnny, and I felt the need to share that with you all so that you can see just what has formed from what had once been a taster in the BDSM lifestyle for me. Right now, he is what helps me through the day and so much more that words alone cannot describe.I was only in Notts for five. Her mother had been staying with us as it was Christmas and was due to go home the following day. This was my only chance to be alone overnight with the old witch.The secret ingredient I had added to her nightcap was the latest evolution of what was known as rohypnol but Roger, my chemist friend, assured me that it was much more predictable and, as he put it, "pervert friendly". "You just need to know their approximate weight to get the dosage right - don't want them waking up at a crucial. She sauntered over to him, put a foot on the bed and adjusted her beige stockings. His mouth drooled as he saw her pussy open up while she played with the stockings. She stuck a finger into her cunt, and pulled out some juices, then walked over to her lover and let him lick her fingers."You are gorgeous," he said hoarsely. She stripped his pants off, his cock springing to attention."Remember my love, I'm a whore, but I am yours and yours alone. I cleaned myself real good. My ass is all yours,". “Oh, I just came,” Ava moaned. “I’m more than wet enough. Just stick it in and breed me, Sven.”I stared up her body. “I’ll breed you my way, princess. So just enjoy.”She shuddered. “Mmm, yes, Sven.”I loved her submission. A man took charge of his woman’s pleasures. He gave her what she needed, craved. He worshiped her, loved her, gave her ecstasy because she deserved it. And then he took his pleasure in her. Then he used her and received all the delights of her body. She would do anything for.