Well, all that *ends* right here, right now!" I've never hurt anyone!" he retorted as indignantly as his whisper-softvoice would permit."Oh, really?" ...Charlene's voice became harder, less feminine, as shetossed away the jacket and began working on her blouse. "What about thatyoung woman who just left here?" She was sexually repressed! I am helping her get past her inhibitionsso that she can more fully enjoy her husband's lovemaking." Reginaldcountered, his eyes wide at the unusual strip tease. My fingers lovingly traced the self-inflicted lipstick trails. Knowing it's been carved into my skin all day made me want to trace more than red-blocked lipstick stains.Covert bathroom breaks and stolen moments— edging at work. I’d been hyperaware of my clit and throbbing cunt all day, not to mention the heart-racing anticipation of meeting one Dulce Hernandez, also known as my Miss, or more accurately, my kryptonite.As soon as I locked the car door, I adorned my kitty ears and collar. All. The bouncers called the paramedics to have the guy taken to a hospital. Dad and his friends joined Mom and her friends. Dad did tell Mom that he wasn’t spying on her, that’s why he didn’t come over to her table. When that man touched her, he had to pay the price. Dad’s punishment was he had to try line dancing with Mom. When they got home Mom made love to Dad. She always said he was her hero. Mom told us girls a lot about her love life with Dad, but we had to promise never to let on that we. But Kathy couldn't pass up the chance to force her husbands already brainwashed mind even deeper under her control. "And if you think that "Posture Pole I had you impalled on was painful, you just wait!" She taunted. "You do remember being mounted on that "Pole" just like a maniquin don't you Barbara?" She teased, adding. "Forced to stretch up onto the tip-toes of your high heels withthat penis headed pole extended up into your tight.