There seemed to be code words and buzz phrases for everything. Everyone is "Baby", "Honey", or "Sugar". She drilled me incessantly, chiding me good-na...turedly whenever I slipped up, using a big word or phrase that would have been just as confusing for a street girl as all of this was to me. I was perplexed. It was all so... alien to me."Honey, I don't really have to talk like this, do I?"Kyra put it succinctly:"Baby, do you know how girls like that talk?" No." Believe me, I do; I lived it for. The idea of being shafted by a nice big joyous cock was so strong for me.With this in mind, I bought a dildo with the intention of training my ass. My thoughts were if I get a real cock in the near future then I just want to be able to handle it without too much trouble. I had done a bit of insertion years before, but it had been a while and consisted mainly of candles, bottles and things. Sometimes very satisfying, but a bit mundane.Now I set out to get a proper pleasure stick. My mistake was. Get inside quick."With a boy on each side of me I was carried, my arms over their shoulders, legs spread, and fingers in my pussy, into the house."Eddie," Angel said, "Close the drapes before you turn on any lights we don't want the neighbors to see this hot bitch running around naked."I sensed Eddie raced around closing drapes while they laid me on the dining room table. I felt myself laying there with my legs spread asking who was going to fuck me? who?I watched as Richie and Angel stripped. Bottom line here: it’s better to over-discuss than end up harming another person... It’s certainly true in UK law that the capacity of the parties is now central to consent, and that known fetishes for a given activity do not imply consent. As such, consent is an ongoing discussion, and just because something has been done before, doesn’t mean it is consented to in perpetuity or with another individual.Think of it like this, maybe: when you’re travelling on a motorway, you may not sense how.