I started to suspect that although she was professionally a BDSM performer, personally she was a sub. That she craved to be dominated and controlled b... a much more powerful and confident man than her.Well, my suspicions were not unfounded. Her place was close to the café we picked, so she invited me to her home "for yet another drink". While at the café she gave me a lot of hints about her pleasureless sex life, how her slave does not satisfy her, and how powerful she feels on stage, yet. Molly held the kitchen door open, and both dogs entered without hesitation. Molly stroked the Doberman behind the ear, then petted the boxer. Both dogs sniffed at her in a faintly puzzled why. They sensed that something unusual was afoot, that this woman was like a bitch in heat, herself. But neither of the brutes had ever had such a relationship with a woman before, and now they whined nervously, not understanding the situation.Molly walked into the front room.The dogs trotted in after her.Now. In Tel-Aviv Lavi had a lot of friends but here she was kind of lost. Her English was good but here she didn’t quite fit in. She drew into herself. I was really worried until she met Mellie. The first few days she seemed a bit brighter and by two weeks after school started, she was her old self.”“The difference,” added Peter, “was that the cadre had become one.”“What do you mean?” I asked.“Before we moved Lavi always had a circle of friends. We kind of worried she was a bit of a gang leader, she. He slapped my face and kept stroking deeper till I cummed.Then he came near me and kissed me. I was breathing heavily and I just loved him for treating me so well. He turned me around and kissed all over my back. He clutched my hairs gently and kissed all the way to my butt.Suddenly, he pulled me up by my head and whispered, “You want me to fuck your ass?”. “Yes, daddy”, I said.He kissed my lips gently. I took my hand back and started stroking his cock and he started rubbing my clit. He.