Not like that. Wider!She parted her legs further than comfort, arched them ostentatiously to display a cunt all smoulder and embers in the rose-hued l...amplight that ignited her fiery down, her sodden raw tissue that glistened and begged."Touch yourself while you betray her."I tried to imagine Chloe, hoped she was the petite dark girl who often visited Caitlin; a girl prettier than chintz."Where should I start?" Caitlin asked."The very first time." Chloe was thirty, I just nineteen, when she. I mean, when I thought she was dead, my upbringing made sense. But now..." You wonder how she could have left you." He nodded. "She wasn't given a choice, is how. She's unique, for the Grey Wardens - somehow she is no longer Tainted. Not subject to the Calling. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up having to go to Weisshaupt to see her, instead of hoping she comes here - they will never want to let her go. They want to 'study' her. If she kept you, you'd have been used as a hostage against her.. And why all these years later it still resonates such a deep rooted impulse within me.On the outside I give no clues to my kink I don't wear rubber or live in a cage...I don't have memories of a traumatic c***dhood it was annoyingly idyllic.However as a boy I noticed this growing trend the mild excitement on hearing or seeing a pupil thrashed by a teacher or reading my comics depicting spanking in its cartoon form.I never intentionally misbehaved to get walloped it seemed to happen at school. She returned silently about fifteen minutes later, sat down and raised the glass to her lips as though knocking back a shot. She returned the glass to the bar nearly full of ejaculate and smiled at me like the cat that ate the cream and took a big swallow from her margarita. “Now I think it’s time to go I said.” Murphy looked at the shot glass, then at her margarita and then at me. She took a final sip of her margarita, smiled and stood. Again I wanted to scan for her husband but again I fought.