"And that was that," Michael muttered to himself, turning off the shower water and ignoring his hard-on. As he dried off, he stopped in front of the ...mirror and dropped his towel, staring at himself in the steamy mirror. He stared into his reflection's gray eyes, his dirty blonde hair dripping. He was okay looking, and knew that if he were more confident, he'd have a girlfriend like Darceline."Darceline...." he whispered to his bathroom mirror, wrapping the towel around his waist and going to. I was on top and for the first time I was the lesbian aggressor. I untucked her tight black top and lifted it from her fat stomach. I pushed my face into her softness, licking her skin and swirling my tongue into her belly-button. And all the while my hands massaged her still-covered breasts. ‘I want your big tits, auntie, I want them in my mouth. I’ve been lusting after them all night you sexy bitch. I want to loose myself in their ripeness, their weight, their fecundity. Come on darling offer. Suddenly he knew what he had to do.Brenda was long past being surprised by his emails, and took the next one fairly calmly. She replied "No, Gordon, I have never been spanked or tied up or whipped. I am not sure whether I want to be. I don't think Mike is interested in any of those things, nor do I think he would be any good at doing them."Actually the email had excited her. She had read a lot about BDSM topics and found the thought of being submissive to a man exciting. Was that the next game. “Father,” she purred, thrusting the rope at Daddy.He seized it and set to work. With skill, he tied my wrists hard together, the rough fibers biting into my flesh. I savored the burning pain, trembling as he threaded the rope through the hook and then pulled it taut, stretching my arms above my head. He anchored the rope to the foot of the heavy entertainment system. I shuddered, my small breasts quivering. I felt so exposed with my arms over my head.“Strip her corset, whore,” Daddy.