Not with handcuffs or any form of binding. This was not the feeling one has during BDSM which, no matter how realistic, one knows is just playacting. ...No, this was the feeling of knowing that these men were in control. They could and would do what they wanted with my body. I had no control of where, when or how many at a time would fuck me and, God help me, I was enjoying that feeling as I relaxed to accept whatever was coming. I wanted to be mastered. When I realized that and totally. There is a great and terrible sadness in her soul this evening. All the tears she sheds are in vain, and she knows this because too many other times she cried as well. It never brought anybody back, and it never brought things back to the way they had been before. She now sees how he exploited her needs and her desires as he took what he wanted and left her there alone. Such were his actions that for the longest time she questioned herself and her own mind. Never quite sure if she had erred so. Aisa bolne lagi.Phir maine usse doggy style me set kia.Aur puri teji de di apne lund ko.Wo bolne lagi. Waah. Aaaaaah.Yesssssssss.Yesssssssss.Aur tejjjjjjjj. Please aur tejjjjjjjj.You fuck so well. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh.Ummmm.”Phir lagbhag aadhe ghante chudail ke baad hum 69 position me aa gye.Aur ab uski chhot chaaatne lga.Uski saara ras pee gya.Aur wo mere lund hilaakr mera juice liye ja rahi thi.Usne bola.Ye to fruit juice se bhi tsty hai.Aur mere pure badan ko pagalo ki tarah chaatne lagi.Uski. She would take her bathing suit and lay around the hotel pool or go shopping while I was taking care of business and in the evening we would go out to dinner and look for a dance spot. On some nights there were cocktail parties to attend and since these parties always had business overtones we almost always went to them. Mary has one major flaw - she has a very low tolerance for alcohol, three drinks can have her semi-comatose, and so I have to keep a very close eye on her at parties.My last.