She told me that she was into almost anything except pain. She also told me that she considered herself to be on the Submissive side but also liked to... be in charge at times.I went and mixed both of us another drink and went back over and sat down this time much closer to her and put my arm around her and started kissing her. It didn't take very long until her lips parted and her tongue invited me to take what I wanted. God that girl could kiss. She started to writhe and moan like a real Bitch. "I brought something," she smiled, lifting her bag up and onto the bed. He looked on enquiringly as she reached inside: slowly she pulled out a long, thick, 'two-headed', rubber dildo. "bloody Hell!" he said in some surprise. Holding it by both 'ends' she twisted it so that they met. "It's really flexible...it's my favourite..." He smiled back, fully believing her! "I 'bought' something too..." he ventured. Standing up he crossed to the wardrobe. Taking out a bag he handed it to her; she. Either way, I wasn’t down with the whole social bullshit thing. On the rare occasion that I did get pussy, I was thankful that I didn’t have to waste another night rubbing off to some sleazy internet porn mass produced for the horny masses. I had been friends with Rochelle for a couple of years; we met at freshman orientation. Now that she was in my English class and our first test was coming up, I took this as a good opportunity to get at this little flower I had always dreamed about (I was. He produced an elastic band from a drawer that he quickly wrapped tightly around her right breast near her chest. The effect was magical. It lifted her *** and created a perfectly round globe, pronounced and pointed straight ahead. “Now, what we want to do is stimulate the glands in the breast…” Dr. Clark continued in his professional voice, “…to produce some fluid.” And with that he began milking my wife’s entire, swollen breast. He squeezed gently from the base of the breast, and more firmly.