She was smiling broadly, to indicate complicity. I looked at Wendy. She did not know where to look, but finally settled on observation of the action a...t hand. I looked at Bev. She was beaming with triumph. To comply with Barbara's requirement of brevity, I was able to move away, reluctantly, and begin to take my seat at the table."Thank you, Barbara. Seeing is one thing. Touching completes the circuit. Such a gorgeous little thing, proud and unapologetic, whilst also seeming so innocent. I. The anal sex was pain ... and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave. As a naive young girl, I had no idea – to me this was still a game and the prize for winning was a sophisticated lover with some strange fetish-like tastes. I was perfectly happy to go along with his “games” if it meant I got to be with him and keep him as my own.His domination of me was subtle in its approach, so subtle that. My cock struggled against the cage, but the same as the previous hundred times the cage won out. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs spread so I could see her pussy lips glistening. I want you to make me cum, but youre not allowed to use your fingers. Now strip off and get on your knees! The last sentence she roared at me, and my knees trembled as I tried to kick off my sweatpants and boxers, and got caught in my t-shirt as I tried to lift it off as quickly as possible. I fell to all. “You will start to like it later,” he said. He laid down next to me, and made me grab his cock again. Lying on my back, with my eyes still closed, I was slowly stroking his cock. His cock was still hard like wood. After few minutes, he got up. I don’t know if it was because of my orgasm, or I really just didn’t want to look at him while doing all this; my eyes were still closed. He made me took off my top totally. And I was there totally naked in front of him. I felt more lights in the bedroom..