" I said."BDSM is a power play. Not a game of death. So, any sort of activity that will result in immediate danger should never be attempted. Do you u...nderstand?" Yes." I nodded."Good." she moved her index finger in a circular motion. "Turn around."I did and as soon as my back was facing my aunt, two skillful hands began to massage my shoulder blades. I sighed as the ache gradually faded into a soothing warmth. "Alright, a little intro into BDSM. I'm sure you know what BDSM stands for, am I. Martha was the first of them who got up, and when she turned around, she picked up the towels on her seat. Then without blushing, she wiped her thighs and pussy dry with any parts of the towels that weren't drenched yet with her juices. In the end, she only succeeded partially, because there weren't enough dry spots on the towels.Sandra and Frederik stood up at the same time, and Sandra also tried to dry herself with the towel she had been sitting on. It surprised her that she wasn't ashamed. The fur on his front was matted all over with blood, with small rivers flooding down his muscles.“YOU OLD FUCKER!” he roared. He lifted his arms, his claws glinting in the light from the street.Ben’s face fell.“Oh dear gods,” he sighed. “It is as I feared.”Cameron smashed a glass cabinet with one arm. The glass cut his paw-like hand, releasing blood that mixed with what was already on him.“As YOU feared! Look what you’ve done to me! I’m a monster and a murderer!”“Cameron Barnes, I told you the. She wiggled out of the tight pink mini-dress she’d been wearing, totally nude underneath. The little minx didn’t even have tan lines. Aggressively, Barby pushed her husband down on the bed, rubbing her succulent tits over his face. He took one nipple in his mouth, she cooed with delight, ripping his shirt off, buttons popping off like popcorn. Barby kissed down, down, down, her scrumptious tits wrapped around his cock moments later, moving up and down his shaft teasingly. Barby let his dick.