Fine. A label. A role. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Bring it on. All of it was a dimension of her–not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scien...tist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-exist, each part of who she was? No conflict was necessary. Society could shove its narrow-eyed judgments of culture and religion up its ass. Fuck it all. She denied that artificial morality of sex, those constraints of supposedly normal behavior: the chains of others trying to control and. As I shuffle slowly through the house being led by my dick I begin to hear sex noises. It sounds like an orgy. I cant tell if we are alone now. He leads me to a spot in the room and tells me to kneel. He tells me to shuffle forward and I feel a wall in front of me. I feel him shackling my ankles now. I feel a strap go across the backs of my thighs and then my back. Finally I feel him putting one on the hood I am wearing. I am now strapped to a wall and I feel the bottom of my hood zip open. I. This is the fifth time this week Kevin had caught her over here wearing just a tank top and boxers and she knew he was getting suspicious. He started to walk up the steps and Shannon caught his arm on the second step. ''Hey" she said "why don't i fix you a cup of coffee or something and let Maleka know your here I think she may be in the shower". Kevin snatched his arm away "Bitch ive seen my wife naked before why the fuck would she care weather or not i see her in the shower..You should be the. I knew what she wanted, she loved pleasure with some pain. Undoing her jeans I kissed her inner thighs and stomach, teasing her. She quickly pulled off her shorts and panties and undressed me. I told her get down on her hands and knees which she did immediately. I ran my hands over her back and arse, she arched in anticipation. Spreading her cheeks I plunged my tounge deep into her arse, thrusting my tounge in and out. My hands rubbed her arse cheeks, she was pushing back against me wanting my.