I need to, Steve."Sheri scooted down for a better view, her hand stroking me ever-so-slowly. Her grip loosened, and she curled her hand around the cro...wn, her palm smearing my pre-cum across the head."It feels weird," she murmured. "An iron rod, wrapped in velvety skin. Hard and soft." She looked up at me. "I want to do it. Can we?" I'd love to," I confessed. "You're sure?" Absolutely."I'd love to say it was the greatest ever. The culmination of all my dreams. Perfection personified.It was. We really are soul mates. I don’t find her dates for her though. I get off on seeing what kind of guys she’s attracted to. It’s part of my fetish. Watching each other from a distance is perfect for both of us. We fuck for hours anticipating what the new stranger is going to be like and how we’re going to seduce them. We play games with each other for who gets to go next, and what we’re going to say and do.I think part of the reason I have a fetish for watching Radhika with other men is the. His voice deep and authoritive he explained to the victim, presumably Mary from the title, that he was going to have her in bondage, he would give her some pain and then allow the dog to have her sexually as his bitch before he had her himself. “Was she prepared to allow that or did she wish to leave now?” ‘Mary’s’ eyes Mildred could see were glazed and she was in the sexual zone by now as she speedily agreed to anything ‘Oliver’ wished to do to her, saying she “was his to use as he wished as. Less frightening, as the heart-attack-inducing thought of being made to languish for weeks or God forbid, months was absent, as was the possibility of being enslaved, made to work for release, but less sexy too. There was a feeling like wind chimes at the back of his brain, like he was missing something, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Jessica’s patience was wearing thin, so he pushed the unease from his mind and said:“I want to be your friend. I want to keep being weird friends.