I think it began when I had an intuition of power exchange, even as an exploited kid. Sure, men could force me to do things, but if they wanted my coo...eration, that started to give me some power. I could then exchange it, to my benefit, but the abusers actually confirmed, in my mind, that the power was ultimately mine.“I realized that for me, pain and pleasure intermingled. Pain is something I sensed, of course, but I sometimes could be at choice if I let it hurt me. In some sexual contexts, a. Neither Laura nor Jonathan had to be 'put to bed' but we were all pretty tired when the last guests left. Ramone and Debbie stayed to the end and helped making the apartment at least habitable although we didn't do much by way of cleaning - I had enlisted my regular cleaning lady to come for an extra session Sunday.As Ramone and Debbie were about to leave, Debbie took me aside. "I noticed the nature of your and Laura's relationship has changed," she said. That was hardly detective work; Laura. But with all these, I could not say they had no physical relation. My father was a powerful person and I knew he always tried to dominate my mother physically. They may not have love within, but my father was such a shameless person, other than bedtime intimacies he used to hug or molest my mother whenever he wanted to, even before me. He always tried to dominate that female (my mother) with his male instinct.Some afternoon when I and my father sat for lunch in the table and my mother was. "I think I do. What about my reputation at work?" She questions."Blame it on the alcohol. Do you want this to happen? If you do, you have to tell Steve and I what you want." I tell her.Mary says, "Yes." Yes what? You have to tell us in detail, loud enough for us to hear what you want to do." I let her know."I want to dance with Steve one more time, and then I want for him to come home with us. I will then let him strip your wife naked and make you watch him shove his big, fat cock into my.