“Lick what, Serena? Say the words, baby. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you”. “Oh God” She gasped “Please don’t make me say it�...��.I can’t. You already know what I want. Please.” He said nothing, his expression impassive. He waited. “Oh God, Phil; Do I have to beg? Please don’t make me beg. But I do want it. So badly”. She paused, pretending to not want the crude words pass her “innocent” lips. Then she continued, her voice now almost an ashamed whisper. “Lick my little clit. Please,. I was so clumsy lately, my entire persona was changing and I didn't know why. But there was nothing I could do, it was just happening naturally. The next Friday was unlike any other. Because two of the men who played poker had to go out of town, poker night was cancelled for the first time since I had moved in. With no tv in my room, I finally got to stay in the living room on a Friday night with Craig. I planned on staying up rather late that night just because of the circumstances. Craig. But regardless of how they may feel or would want to proceed, I have to be comfortable and own my own personal feelings on being a Sadist.Sadist are much like any other group of people, they are diverse in their beliefs and their world views. My thoughts are my own and I don't claim to speak for anyone else. There are many Sadist who don't view themselves as being a nice person. They would actually cringe if someone said they were nice. For every person, no matter how they view themselves there. "I'm just gonna say, Neils, that if you want to stick your cock in my mouth, you can. If not, we'd better head back up"After a small delay, I expected us to be heading back upstairs. What I got though, was a semi-hard, circumcised cock being slid into my mouth. Vaguely aware that it was Marie's boyfriend I had in front of me, I ran my tongue around the head of his ever hardening dick. We didn't have much time and I wanted to make the most of this. As he let out a moan, I grabbed his jeans and.