Whips and stuff?” her cheeks were burning now! Another look towards me - or maybe Nallen and Aneeka - wondering why this came up now.“That’s mor...e sadomasochism - pain as part of sex. Dominance and submission is about control.”“Okay...” it was obvious Debbie had no idea why the topic had taken this strange twist.“We don’t live it like some people do, but in the bedroom I’m definitely in charge. You’re father understands ... completely. Although he’s the dom in your parents relationship.”I didn’t. She looked out ofthe window as soon as she had sat down. I moved my head a bit forwardtrying to find out, if I could see the reflection of her face in thewindow.And I could.And I did.And she looked.And I looked.And I blacked out.When I woke up, I had been gone for about five minutes. She was stillsitting next to me, looking outside the window. I was still collectingmyself, when a voice asked me politely to move a little, so she couldget out. Of course I let her, because I knew she had not want. Later a tall great looking woman walks in asking for help she says she needs a dress in a hurry that her man is taking her on a get-a-way and she can't go home for clothes first Gia ask why and the woman smiles and says my husband would not let me go! Gia says OH my well a ok here lets try over here and the two find a couple dress and a bathing suit as the woman tries them on Gia ask do you mine if I ask you something WHY would you just go with someone other then your husband and HOW can you be. Traditional pistoning in and out of such tightness was a physical impossibility.I forced my left arm under Mel’s slender body and hooked my right arm over, using them to pull myself against her smooth, warm back. Up close, I breathed in deeply and was treated to Mel’s delicious natural smell, stronger now after everything she’d done since her shower that morning, but not yet having had the chance to develop the taint of staleness.I sought out Mel’s breasts with my hands, small and firm but each.