That's just my preference. But on these different sites, I became a high commodity seemed like overnight. For almost a month straight, my phone was go...ing fucking crazy, day in and day out. Everybody instantaneously loved "Caramel", wanted to fill their sweet tooth by "tasting the Caramel", I mean I've heard all kinds of shit from people. I never would let a dude do shit to me because mind you, I had just started dressing like this, and I didn't know how to play the part just yet you know. Until. You little pain-loving slut. I think you want me to whip those titsof yours almost as much as I want to whip them. Don't you, cunt?" Still she didn't answer, but a soft whimper escaped her mouth as herhips jerked forward, involuntarily, pushing herself against his hand. Hechuckled, and his fingers tightened on her crotch, squeezing hard enough to makeher gasp and flinch. "You do," he said. "Ask me, Pamela bitch. Ask me to whip your breasts." 'I--" She closed her eyes. "No. Open your eyes,. ........It had been days since I last heard from Clare although it felt like weeks, I know she had returned from Malta but I guessed she was busy with family life. I awaited her call. Then I got a message, it read, "Can you and Russell meet me at the Rhinefield House Hotel out near Brokenhurst tomorrow night, bring the toys!". Well we didn't need asking twice. I could hardly wait, what I didn't know was the surprise that awaited us! The next night Russell and I drove up the long gravel drive. The rush of light blinded me for a moment till my eyes adjusted and I could see Meg standing to my left still in her heels hold a crop that you would use when riding a horse. To my right stood a man much bigger then me covered in tattoos and wearing only a black leather mask that had to holes for eyes and a hole for the nose to breathe through. Now I was scared and I was about to pee myself; what was in store for me. Here was this man with a cock that would find on a porn star standing next to.