A new town, in fact a whole big city. I knew it was probably a bit silly of me, but I didn't know anyone here, and I wanted to at least try and make a... few friends. So I dolled myself up a bit, put on a bit of make up though not too much because I didn't want to look trashy, and "hit the town" - so to speak.I was just eighteen at the time, but figured I could get away with it. I have long ginger hair that tends to frizz if I don't keep it under control, freckles, green eyes that tend to hide. Seeing both your beautifully "innocent" smiling face and your "dirty" fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt and ass-hole...thrilling you...and thrilling me at the same time.My mind is racing...'I wonder whether she intended to have me catch her masturbating?'...'Is it exciting for her to have me watching her?'You look straight into my eyes and you are probably reading my mind because your smile disappears as you ask, very seriously, "Are you enjoying watching me masturbate?" I smile broadly. Every time there was some controversial piece of legislation, Jack would point out all of its unintended consequences. Some of the things he talked about were pretty horrific, but made sense once one thought through the matter. Jack would often talk about consequences as though he had lived through them.These discussions were unsettling; but Ed enjoyed them, if only because they forced him to think about things in a much deeper manner. Simple solutions to problems suddenly became the source of. And I wondered myself. Just what was it I wanted from her? I didn’t need for her to wear a leash and collar or lick my boots. I didn’t want her to call me ‘Master’ or kneel when I came into the room. What I wanted was to know that she’d be willing to do that for me. What I wanted was a visible manifestation of all those ‘I adore you’s’ and ‘I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you’s’. I wanted to know that she loved me enough to put herself in my hands, to cede control to me. I admit it—I’m.