“Fair enough,” Melanie said. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up slowly, hooking her fingers into her bra on the way up. She quic...kly pulled both her shirt and her bra the rest of the way up, revealing to her sister and I her tits.“Holy shit,” I said. They were big -- about the same size as Brittany’s. Both girls had cute nipples -- not too big, not too small. Melanie’s were very obviously hard. Perhaps she was getting a kick out of showing herself off? After all, she certainly. She fixed me with a look as she teasingly dipped two fingertips inside me, not pushing them in far enough to satisfy, but just enough to make me whimper and squirm, and beg her to fuck me. My begging words seemed to excite her, she finally thrust herself into me, and lowered her tongue back to my pussy, flicking quickly over my clit. I raised my hips to her, begging her to press her tongue harder against me, but she continued to flick fast, not sustaining contact enough to being me over the. ''No, not at all--you still look beautiful Cynthia, any woman would kill to be able to squeeze back into their high school clothes' He quickly chimed in, a bit more than eager on his part. Cynthia felt her pussy start to get wet at the compliment from her father--the man noticed everything about her that she loved. She tried to tell herself that this was just lust, but it was as if at every turn her dad knew what to say to make her feel good. Wasn't that love? Before she put more thought into. The people you see who have all the subs, the ones you run into in the BDSM community and at play parties who are successful at finding and keeping partners, the ones who other people naturally seem to defer to? They have those partners and they have that respect because they understand that you treat everyone--including submissives--with respect until you've established a relationship that lets you assume the dominant role.I don't get it. If someone didn't want to be dominated, why would that.