My fantasy world became a place of masochistic sex with penis wielding women. It was a place where I was a bad girl who needed to be punished. I found... a new kind of enjoyment in all of this. I imagine it’s just as difficult to explain the allure of masochism as it is to explain sexual preference. The best way I know to explain it is that the more I thought of myself in these punishment scenarios the more I wanted it. I got to enjoy the pleasures of sex while suffering the punishment for my. I feel your hand slide into my thong, brush lightly over my clit, then down and circles round my wet hole, you slide two fingers in and start to finger me, i feel you rubbing my g-spot, i start moaning, rubbing and wanking your cock harder. I turn us over so im on top, then pull your boxers and my thong down, i climb back on top, kissing you as your cock rubs up and down my pussy, you feel it wet over your cock, i slide grinding onto it, moaning, as you thrust my hips back and forward. I keep. Yes Mordecai was a good Jewish cop working ninety miles from New Orleans Louisianan."I thought I might find you here," Malicia remarked sitting at the table next to Aprils."Hello Mordecai, so who is your partner dejour," April asked."Play nice April," P said quietly."Earl, how you been? Is that brother of your behaving himself?" Mordecai asked."Yeah he is detective," E said sullenly. He probably didn't like to be reminded of his gangsta brother."I'm Lois," the much younger female partner. The collar shackle prevented me from turning my head to seebehind me. I felt the smooth dildo come out of my ass as she retractedthe shaft of the machine, and she began undoing the shackles. My legswere unstable from being on hands and knees for over an hour and theheels made it impossible for me to move without assistance. When I wasfree, she helped me to rise and had me sit in the chair.She went into the kitchen while I sat massaging my legs. She returned ashort time later with a glass of.