.. there. She lifts herself up, hoping.His hand caresses her bottom, but his fingertips do not venture between her thighs. It is not the moment for th...at, and she knows it. It is only afterwards, after her punishment, that his fingers will venture between her legs and give her the relief she so desperately craves. He is irritated with this small rebellion on her part. She does this every week, even though she knows that the pain must come before the pleasure.His hand stops, resting on the middle. This was kinda weird for me. We never had such conversations before. Disha was looking so sexy, her ass was killing me. Some kind of sexual tension was building up inside me.Me: What makes you so much interested in my sexual well-being (aggression is the best defense)? It seems you are banging your boyfriend on a regular basis.Disha: No.. It seems you don’t have an answer to my question and that’s why you are saying all this.I apologized to her and politely held her hand, looked in her eyes and. When I neared the car I could see why it hadn,t left. Two females in the back seat were in the process of a heated sixty nine, their loud moans of pleasure quit audible in the evening air. “Come on ladies, break it up. The Park is closing now!” I announced in my deepest voice I could manage. They broke apart quickly, the blonde stunner on top looking st me guiltily, the brunette under her looking a bit dazed and still slightly in shock at being discovered. “Sorry Officer. Didn,t realise the. "Actually, the pictures I had drawn of my sister had shown her in heavy bondage, with hot wax and clothespins on her body. And they weren't really even that good. But that wasn't what she had meant. Denise talked a lot about intuition."People block out intuition as a valid source of information. We're constantly getting information from our world, and filtering it out according to our own biases. You're just a lot better at sorting it all out than most people. I don't think it's anything to be.