“And John hiding me? I’ve not been near him – I’ve been on a thirty day retreat at Greystones Priory. John doesn’t even know I’m in the co...untry. Now thanks to you, he’s seriously ill in hospital. You really are a pair of lowlife fucking bastards!”The two men gaped at her. She never used such language and she had not finished.“To think that after my retreat I was seriously intent on contacting you and discussing whether it would be worth my returning! To think I was going to forgive your insane. Gathered in the middle of the table was the tableau of lunch. Half a loaf of sliced white bread, the twist-tie at the neck of its bag coyly undone, the first few slices fallen flat in invitation. Jars of peanut butter and jam and mayonnaise and mustard, one knife on the table, a package of bologna with the plastic back peeled back and half the slices already missing. Towering above the whole was a virgin bag of a particular off- brand of potato chips we'd all spent our childhoods begging her to. I will give a brief break down in the next couple chapters of why each is important along with some suggestions for the activities.Core categories: * Pegging* Humiliation * Cum eating * Denial/edging/chastity * Punishment Auxiliary categories:* Watersports* Long term chastity * Sissifying*Pegging*This is one of the most intimate forms of dominance. Penetrating your mans arse encompasses many of the core values of this guide; dominance, humiliations, affection, pain, submission and more.. Bud gasped and slowed himself with Dorothy, wanting to hold on. As he opened his eyes, he noticed Coach Fitzgerald standing inside the doorway. He was about 62, an ex-military type coach with big thick hair on his arms and legs. He stroked his 7-inch cock, slightly curving upward. Bud had never seen an old man's dick before but he always liked Coach Fitzgerald and his reaction turned him on. Bud pushed deeper into Dorothy and she screamed. Bud kept pushing harder, matching Coach Fitzgerald.