No; when I dreamed, even waking dreams, I was always bound, chained, at the mercy of a ruthless master, or pirate, or what have you. In jeopardy for ...y own life, I had to endure nameless tortures, unspeakable violations, and always, always would wake up, sheets soaked in sweat, and the musk of my own arousal redolent in my bedroom.I tried to fantasize, to imagine me and Richard in the same setting, but it wasn’t just the same. ?Bananas? the safe word always hung in the balance. The difference. Her nipples stood on end and the man could see this through her bra. He turned Zoe around slowly and unhooked the clasps of her bra. He then turned her around again and gently pulled the bra from her chest. Her small tits poked out invitingly, but he wasn’t interested in them quite yet. He slowly got to his knees and then using only his teeth latched on to the front of her panties gently lowering them, on the way down he couldn’t help but stick his nose in her cunt. She moaned out in ecstasy as. He had finally calmed down enough so that he could go over in his mind the events of early this evening.He had come to the bar tonight to celebrate the completion of one journey and beginning of a new one. He had been awe-struck at the show that Angel had put on. Knowing that this was the woman that he woke up next to every morning made it that much better. And then there was the fight, or more realistically the shouting match. She had saved him from a beating through intimidation alone. Was he. Penny was a very feminine lesbian. She was slim with shoulder-length dark hair and blonde highlights. Maisie knew that she was single somehow and after a drink or two made her move and engaged herself in conversation with the said Penny. Gemma and I watched and giggled from a safe distance. After ten minutes it was clear from the body language that Maisie was Penny’s type and half an hour later they disappeared without trace for the rest of the evening. It was a few days later when Maisie.