He didn't slide it in so much as he shoved it in. It almost hurt. Hard and fast, I felt his body against mine, my ass full of his cock. My dick must h...ave twitched and he reached down and gave me a good tug. Then he just pounded me. "Oh, God. Oh, God," I panted. "Oh, God, fuck me, Jesus Christ." He was going to town on my ass. He was supporting himself like he was starting a pushup, his midsection against my backside and I was rolled up halfway on my back. I can't say it was comfortable but my. Why is there an age restriction on having sex? At some given age, is a person suddenly, magically provided with the urge to have sex and the maturity to do it without messing up their lives? And who gets to decide that age? Politicians? They can't even decide on what the definition of "Sex" is. How about religious leaders who run churches? The same ones that didn't acknowledge that the earth was NOT the center of the universe until the 1980's? Or possibly the ones who concluded that people were. We finally came up with a way for me to be bound and tormented, while making it as easy for her to dominate me as I could.My wife works as the night manager of the local Blockbuster, from five p.m. to midnight. When she decides she doesn't mind dominating me, she hangs a small mirror on the outside of the bedroom door before she goes to work. I'm usually surprised and excited when I see the mirror. She rarely hangs it up, maybe once every four to six weeks on a Friday night.When I'm ready to. And with good reason. Even in our modern, permissive era, it might be rather strong medicine even for those who consider themselves enlightened. In any case, it is best you do not enquire into matters that do not concern you."Charlie Mason had a reputation for doing just that. Over the years he had stuck his nose into many a dark corner, and had lived to tell the tale. So, he wasn't about to be put off by an officious middle-aged park ranger in a funny-looking uniform.That night Charlie was.