" He also knew that she was more than just a greatfuck.He reached over and picked up a riding crop hanging by the side of the bed.He fingered it as he... leered at her. "You want to be my sex slave, let's testyou." What do you want?" she asked excitedly."Turn over," he ordered as he tapped the crop against his palm. When shedidn't make a move, he grabbed her by her long blonde hair and twisted ittightly, forcing her to face him. "If you want to be my sex slave bitch,you've got to learn to behave. “Then let’s play the chorus thing from earlier, one more time,” Gwen finally suggested. “But without the singing ... Sorry, Raven.”“What, the chorus from the first part?” I asked.“No. This...” Gwen hummed the melody.“Aye, now we’re onto something,” Tommy said, sitting up out of his slouch. “You’re saying to play it just instrumentally?”“Um, that’s usually what ‘without the singing’ means, Chewy. So yeah, just crank it up, fill the whole thing. Maybe Ireland can play the ‘oh-oh-ohhh’ tags on the. Pops! and one day the two people that were supposed to be friends at the most end up fucking delightfully in the most awkward places at the oddest hours.There are other times... When the affair needs time... When it needs dozens of attempts, where the girl is trying wit all her might to respect her husand and not enjoy the love, attentions and mind-blowing sex this new person is so desperately trying to give her.Finally the most exciting affairs are not the ones that were perfectly planned,. Dont move too much. I want you to roll with the pinch, the bite of the pain. Take it, make it yours. Of course, when Im through with you, it wont be yours anymore. There is something I need you to do."Handing her eight clothespins, and a slim strip of leather, he watches her for reactions.She sits up, taking the pins and leather strip. She instinctively knows that this will cause much pain. Searing pain that she wont be able to control. She slides one pin through, knotting the leather at the.