It was decided, I had to have her.Before I knew it she was on top of me gently teasing me with her kisses as my hands explored the back of her night g...own. She kept kneeling up putting her voluptuous breasts in my face to flaunt them. She continued to tease my lips and I could feel the cobwebs brushing off of my inner b**st and my true sexual nature coming forth. I ran my hand through her hair and tugged firmly stunning her, but letting her know who’s in charge. I looked her dead in the eyes and. Heard about the club through the internet. These were the kind of prey that tended to get swiped up quickly. By the end of the night one of the dominas would have her on a leash. It would be good because recently Mistress Edo had been on a bit of a cold st-"It's not that," she had such pretty eyes. "It's just...well....remember when you were in the bathroom about ten minutes ago?" ...yes?" Okay, that was not what she expected her to say. Unless she was going to follow up by saying she was. The teacher seemed to focus too much on the exercise and spiritual benefits of martial arts rather than the self-defense aspects. ‘If you want to learn how to defend yourself,’ the teacher would say, ‘go buy a gun.’ Ben’s need for self preservation happened to coincide with the rise in popularity of this thing called ‘The Internet’. Using various search engines, he found information on more martial arts then he could count, including the self defense style of the Israeli military, called Krav. Fortunately, on Lance’s spring break Paul had to go to a medical conference so I didn’t resent my husband keeping me from Paul. One night right after my husband had gone back to school from spring break Paul came home and found me crying. Dinner was ready but Paul had been held up at the hospital. I had missed Paul so much while my husband was home. In fact, we were so horny the day after my husband left during lunch Paul and I snuck away and went home for a noon’er. It had been three days.