"Yeah," I said."You play guitar?" Yeah."We didn't talk for the remaining fifteen minute wait for the ride. Wewere once again seated next to each other..., at least on this ride therewould be loud music so our lack of conversation would be normal."You like The Who?" He pointed at my t-shirt."Yeah." I wanted to add "who doesn't", but I didn't want to be mean."I saw them in concert in March." Really?" I sat up. "What what were they like?" I'd wanted to see TheWho perform live for years.He started to. I was stunned, my hand was feeling, squeezing her breast. She closes her eyes and lets out a small moan as my thumbs rub against her nipples through her shirt and bra. Her hand was now jerking, squeezing more on my dick.She put her other under my shirt, her bare hand on my back brought goosebumps, then Her hands slid to my waist to my shorts, pulling at the sides, I moved my ass up, both of her hands grab at the sides of my shorts and she pulls it down to the floor. My erect dick stood at full. " Theheiress thought for a moment about her situation. She was lost without a phone? and theunfulfilled need in her quimey was becoming urgent.Why not let the girl lick her privileged pussy? She still got tingles when shethought of that sweet girl in Tokyo who had serviced her so well. As she lookedinto the pleading eyes of the kneeling girl she began to appreciate how cuteSandy really was. Allthings considered, it seemed like a pretty good deal.?She stood and wiggled out of her orangejumpsuit. Many of these are introduced by family, friends and those positions of power and control through experience and words. The strongest of those are always attached to emotion. Fear, pleasure, love and hate control what you do in life, and this brings me to my tale of pleasure, fear, humiliation and hate.My husband and I are free spirited people. Open-minded and inventive describes a number of our past experiences perfectly. We have tried a number of things and believe whole-heartedly in the.