”He pushed in to the hilt, and lay down on her. In her ear, whispering, “Tell me why you like this, why you like to be bound and fucked.”“Are ...you kidding me?” she gasped. “Fuck me and we’ll talk later.”“No, I want to know. Tell me.”Reaching under her, he started to caress her pussy. She tried to move, tried to get away, but was forced to just take it. “Stop, you’ve got your cock where you wanted it, use my ass and cum, you asshole.”“No, I want to know why this works for you.”She groaned. He. Slowly."What?" she asked but couldn't completely stop the blush that had started to leak into her face. "For your information young mister Hopkins, this is a perfectly respectable bathing suit from this summer's collection of--" Of swingers international?" I supplied, then stuck out my tongue."Ha, ha. No my fashion challenged little friend. It comes from Jean Paul Gaultier. Who just happens to be a leading French designer. Stylishly chic women all over Europe are sporting this look this. ”Tom looked at me, happy with the ladies’ opinions, but waiting for mine.“I hated it.” I said.Tom’s face fell and Jeryl and Kelly started to harangue me but I held up my hand to stop them.“I hated it because it was about me, and I hated it because I wanted to hear more of the person you portrayed. It was really good, Tom. I’m just not that public of a person. Seeing and hearing myself on film bothers my ego, but you did a very fair and balanced portrayal of my accomplishments and vision. I hope. In his imagination he could hear the wife telling her husband she didn’t care what he thought she had to have, whatever his name happened to be. Dr. Carter was using his device for his own pleasure so much he could no longer become aroused by normal sexual relations. At first, he told himself he didn’t care but then he finally realized he was now achieving orgasm only by masturbating as he put his patients through sadistic situations while he watched. Although he could see he was traveling.