Tyler held the washcloth behind his back with both hands. "My turn," hesaid to Paul, who seemed part disappointed and part relieved that hisprivates w...ere still covered in the soft hologramatic light.Paul nervously brought his own soapy washcloth up to Tyler's shouldersand began working away at the leopard-print paint job. The lather andhot water felt great on Tyler's body, and Paul had a very sensual way ofworking the washcloth. He'd probably done this kind of thing with otherlovers in the. I wonder if I could practice somehow. Maybe go out to bars and see what it felt like to 'be myself', I guess.Ugh.Not long after I found out about masturbation, and then the internet, I discovered stories describing BDSM relationships, and it resonated somewhere deep inside of me. I wanted to be a dominant. I wanted control. But that inequality was so alien to how I was raised that I felt tremendous guilt about it and never told a soul about my desires. The guilt, however great, never stopped me. Now come, give me your hot juice. Show me how much you need me.”And with those words she squeezed down tightly with her vaginal muscles and circled her hips so that I had no chance to resist. I screamed as she moaned, “That’s it, show me your lust. You know I’m your boss. I know you like powerful women. Prove it. Fill me with your cream.”“No, you have to say ‘Dame leche,’” I said, and as she smiled and said, “Dame leche,” I fountained into her, giving her the milk she demanded, moaning, “Take. Ann could see right in between her legs, the soft pink labia slightly spread apart and exposing the vulva. The man slid his fingers up an down between the labia. Commenting her slippery wetness, then he pushed a finger inside. ‘You like that?’ he asked. Kylie shook her head. ‘No?’ he said bemused, ‘don’t worry, I’ve got something to keep you nice and docile.’ ‘Never,’ Kylie said. ‘Get of of her,’ Ann yelled from her chair in the corner. ‘Take me. Let her go.’ He looked over.