Quería que supieran que no estaba borracha y que deliberadamente había permitido que sucediera.No recuerdo cuantas veces me he masturabado recordand...o ese día pero han sido muchas.Hoy en dia todas mi conductas tienen un componente de sumisión. La forma como hablo, como me visto, como camino, y obviamente como obtengo placer sexual.Casi siempre uso minifalda o leggings muy pegados y hasta medio trasparentes, casi siempre respondo "si señor" si me beso con alguien, jadeo y mamo su lengua y me tomo. ‘So . . . you mean, well, you’re not trying to tell me you were a virgin when we . . . ‘ she lowered her voice, ‘when we fucked?’ My smile was ear to ear, ‘Yes, my Love. You deflowered me. Popped my cherry. You -‘ ‘Oh my God,’ she was in shock. ‘But, but, you were so, I mean, damn. How did you know how to do what you did so well?’ ‘Years of pornos, Penthouse stories, and imagination. I have thought about what I would do for quite some time,’ I said honestly. ‘I wanted you to be happy enough. Until it was their turn to get abused by the rough and mostly older men.It had taken the professor a little while to regain all his faculties. But once he saw where he was, Victor would have wished he had not come to.The backroom dungeon filled up with a lot of man wanting to see what the catch of the day was. And they whooped and hollered as they saw the professor's cum-dripping naked ass lying in a sling. One of them took a cat-o-nine tail's to his torso. Whipping the already red body into a. He scrubbed himself all over and sniffed his arm — it smelt like lavender. He relaxed and let himself soak thoroughly. After about ten minutes, he stepped out, slightly chill and looking for a towel. His wet foot stepped on the bathmat, which clicked, triggering a blast of hot, dry air. He held out his arms and felt the moisture evaporate from him. The drying stopped. He cautiously peeped out the door. The aroma of cooking food was so overpowering that it almost made him faint. He looked down.