In the lower corner of a page in one of the rougher mags she saw an ad which read ?Are you a Sadist? What to make money for being a Sadist? Call 555-0...001.Now Jill had been a closet sadist for as long as she could remember. In her teens she didn't have many lovers because they always wanted to be in control and she was the one who wanted control. None of the boys she had been with had liked her being in control so they didn't stay long. When she got older and started dating men they same thing. Fuck, I was not ready for that. Not sure if I'd ever be. She put her arms around me and ground her belly against my cock, her eyes burning. She was a livewire, a force of nature."Come on, Dan, indulge me." Okay, you win. I'll take the flat side, I'm not sure if I want you sticking that inside me..."She grinned wickedly, "We'll work up to it, maybe. Okay! Bend yourself over the arm of the couch this time I think, see if I can get a proper swing at you this time." Sarah, that was pretty hard. My lips stretch across his mushroom head. I can taste his salty sweetness. "That's it, baby, make love to that black man cock." He runs his hands through my short black hair encouraging me to take more. I swallow him down expertly, my nose nestled in the fabric of his boxers.My tongue snakes around the mouthful he is feeding me. My hands move up his thin toned legs as the fever lust takes over. He is mine once again, even if it is for a short time. I groan and moan around his cock. I expertly. He felt ill as he thought about doingwhat she wanted him to do, but he disrobed and stepped into the shower.Daniel looked hesitantly at the pink razor he had been given as thewater rolled down his skin. He ran the razor down his leg and saw thehair matted in the blade before he rinsed it out and repeated theprocess as he thought about the feeling Eve's silky lips upon his.He repeated his motions until his legs were free of all hair before heturned his attention to his underarms. He shaved them.