I grab the rope and quickly bind your wrist together. You feel its tightness sink deep into your flesh. "Get up and bend forward over the back of the ...hair and be still!", I command like an angry father. You obey, and I drink in the sight of your thighs and ass just begging to be abused.I grab my belt and swing it down hard across your ass. You scream in pain. "Now count out loud after each strike, and if you do it well you will be rewarded with my cock", I say. I strike hard again -one- you. " This time he didn't keep a distance. He took my hand and pulled me to me and kissed me in a way that made me feel like I was going to melt into a pile right there on the floor of that room. Jack wasn't a kisser. God, I missed kissing. "Jack and I have been friends a very, very long time. We don't mind sharing." I heard what he was saying. My mind was saying, 'this is straight-up level five freaky stuff I cannot involve myself in,' but my body was saying, 'Kate, this is the guy. This is the. Emma did have a dominant character, and always wanted to be in charge of any relationship she was in, and so taking charge now seemed almost natural. What helped was Miss Johnson‘s submissive attitude and she realised that this was turning her on as much as kissing cuddling and making out with her girlfriends. She knew that she was naturally attracted to other girls, although up until now they had always been at or about her own age. This would be quite different, and whilst she had often. On the trail back to the top I drag my fingernails up the never-ending length. I groan in misery and pleasure. It’s been far too long without any intimate touch in my life, and the constant dreams of your hands taking this exact journey are more than I can bear. I wonder briefly to myself if you have these same thoughts about me. I scoff and shake my head telling myself there is no way you see me that way. With wine pumping through my veins I shake off the discouraging thoughts and run my.