See, my shtick is that I can read emotionally charged experiences from places and things. Negative ones about ten times as strongly as positive ones c...ause hey, ain't life a bitch? And sadistic glee ... Oh yeah, that's pretty negative. And its pretty fucking strong. The girlie begins to slip and I start to feel both of them now. His own sickening excitement is running through me and ... God, his fucking arousal. It's not like a girl's arousal at all. Masculine, fierce, almost savage in its. She wasgetting used to them. No, that wasn't right; she'd never get used tothem. But she was learning how to keep on going, in the face of quietdisapproval. With a deep sigh, she reflected that this was supposed to bea celebration, not a pity party. But it was hard to feel celebratory whenthe only birthday card that you got was from the son who still felt thatyou'd somehow killed his father when you came out as a transsexual. Therehadn't been any explicitly obscene words in the card, but the. "What's up, dad?" Emily asked."Well girls, it's Friday night, and I asked you girls to keep this weekend open for me, because your mom and I want to show you something." I said. This sounds mysterious, what's going on?" Carolyn asked. "Well kids, you know your mom and are interested in BDSM, and are partially living the lifestyle, but there is something we need to show you. It's a sort of play room." I said. "You, you mean like a dungeon?" Carolyn asked, her voice quivering slightly, and her. ." was all Mike could get out, distracted by the sight of Claire ripping her T shirt right down the middle, flashing her tits to the crowd with an innocent look on her face, then tying it in a knot above her belly button, tight. Dollars were raining down on the floor she was working as she wrapped her legs around the pole, lifting herself high humping her pussy against the steel. The beer had set in, her public inhibitions were gone. She let herself slip slowly down the pole to her feet,.