He looked at me, smirked, and said to me, "seriously bro? If you don't get it? You really don't get it." I looked at him (yeah, I knew what he was ref...erring to), and laughed. "Seriously? I'm forty-two years old. She's like seventeen. And you know the issues with that." He looked at me, smirked, and said, "Yeah. I know the issues. But I also know she's legal. And so are you. And it's consenting. And I'm saying this being ten years older than you. If I had a remote chance? I'd tear that teenage. "You want me to stop?" he said. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her jugs. No! I want it harder! Don't stop! Pinch it hard - here - on the flesh, where it REALLY hurts! Come on, big man - make it hurt - PLEEESE?" The man felt a rush of testosterone fueled anger. A lot of men want to get rough with a woman during sex, but society had made this dangerous. And it took a certain kind of woman to want rough sex. But this sissy, well, she wanted it rough - I'll fuckin give it to her rough!. "I've not accepted you as my slave yet," said Beth calmly. "Besides, a slave must never touch her mistress' person unless given leave to."Lucy nodded. There was so much to learn if she was lucky enough to become Beth's slave. To heck with her career and family. The children were old enough to take care of themselves. They could have the house if they wanted. All that Lucy wanted to do was serve Beth."Now tell me everything that has occurred since the beginning and leave nothing out."Beth nodded. At precisely 8 PM a well-dressed man with big glasses took the stage.“Good evening, everyone,” he said, “and welcome to Charley's! I’m Eric, your host for this evening’s entertainment. Before we get started, a few announcements: first, a shameless plug for my new album out now. It's called ‘Sunrays,’ you can find it on YouTube and Spotify. As you’re probably aware, it’s Sunday night, open-mic night here at Charley's– if you want to see yourself on this stage, remember sign-ups are posted.