Later she came to my room and asked me why i came to her room. I told her that i just wanted to chat to her. She asked sorry for using foul language w...ith me. I said it’s ok. I asked her, why she got so desperate. She confided that she was having a sexual relationship with father, who ditched her and now she was sexually starved. She said if a girl becomes sexually active and then if she is starved, it becomes unbearable. But then onwards her behavior towards me changed. When we would be alone. It's no biggie...besides, I enjoyed it..." Lucinda again gasped and before she could say anything else, I continued. "So, Jacinda...you have some experience of boys then? Have you ever masturbated a boy"? Jacinda nodded and smiled, "Oh yeah...quite a few, actually! Me an' some of the other girls from the 6th form would go into town sometimes of a night and pull some older guy - not an old fucker like you though - no offence - an' end up wankin' him off in an alleyway or in his car..." I. “Yes, this might work!” I say. She holds her hair out of the way and holds the collar around her neck. I step back and look at her. Her red hair frames her cute face. The collar is wide, black double-layered nylon. Good and sturdy with a dull grey round buckle and rubber-tipped ends on the strap stamped with the name “Paws.” I rather like it. And frankly, I just want to drag her around town wearing it as well as use it for other purposes in the future, utility is king, in this case. We go up to. Another sharp "SMACK"!!!....and more intense heat and that momentary buzz of pain and adrenaline. God but you love this sweet torture. My voice, throaty with sexual passion, asks if you want more. “Yes,” you moan, “please give me more.” With that permission, you feel my fingers push inside you and stretch you further. "MY GOD!“ you cry inside your mind. You wonder how I made you crave this feeling of being used and opened wide and love it SO much! You just can't get enough of the thrill of.