D./post-traumatic-stress-disorder being of a civilian nature, & whereas I myself am prior-military-enlistment-personnel anyway, or anyhow however said..., & with that being of the way that this, in other words, lunatic-maniac, creep-&-a-weirdo, sicko-psycho has routinely gone about orchestrating, &/or initiating that being of some, or of such of his two-cent-power-plays against that being of my person as a male being of the same sex, & with all of the extreme, &/or excessive noise-making being of. Wanted to hold her from back and squeeze her in my arms but dint have the strength…suddenly she laid down back on the bed trying to reach somethingfrom the headrest of the bed. Her thighs were exposed…I slowly went to her and slowly put my hands on her back thighs…she dint react. I slowly touched her butt – I understood she dint wear anything inside. Suddenly she turned back and caught me and hugged me…now I was under her and she raised her head and said “can u love me”. I caught her neck – the. No deal! She made it perfectly clear that her ass hole was in play and I sunk my middle finger as deep as I could go and started to saw it in and out of her hole. She met every thrust with a moan and a buck of her hips until I thought she was going to cum! I finally pulled out and cleaned off my finger before working down her legs to her feet, a very sensual place to play and she loved it when I gave each of her toes a tiny blowjob. I had her turn over and I worked my way up her legs to her. Several months later I was walking in the door from work and Lisa was sitting on the couch in her typical domme garb: black leather blazer, white satin blouse with pearls, tight black leather skirt that came to her knees, stockings and black patent 5" heels. She had her hair back in a ponytail and all she said to me was, "John, we're going shopping. But first, if you haven't shit today, go do it." I immediately went to the bathroom.She took me to the leather store first. As we were driving I.