She seldom participated in significant ways. Also, she needed fucking at odd hours of the day. Each session always lasted less than half an hour. I ha...d no use for all the knowlege I got from reading books on how to please a woman sexually. At least never had the need to use it on her. She actually hated pussy eating and such. Mom would avoid it if she could. Mostly mom was ready for fucking when she asked me for it. She was ready for straight forward fucking with the minimum foreplay. I soon. She’d been so close to grabbing the scalpel and rushing him with it, killing him and then running out of this hell, but in the end, she’d been too scared to disobey him. He turned now, staring down into her eyes. ‘I’m very proud of you, Michelle. Now take them back and snip the ties from my wrists.’ He handed her the tin snips and held up his hands. ‘Do it carefully, I’d hate to have you cut me.’ She slipped the blade between his skin and the tie, sawing at the hard plastic that wouldn’t cut. .. A few weeks ago I let myself be dragged to a downtown club by some friends for an evening out to enjoy a few drinks and to experience this new blues band that was quickly gaining popularity. I went along expecting to hear the blues that I knew and recognized. I was disappointed when I realized that it was not the music I was accustomed to. Then I noticed the bass player. He seemed the shy type; totally immersed in the music he was playing feeling each and every note. He seemed to be in a. Are you a fresher?” “Nah, second year, I'm 20. Where are we going? This is a bit of a sudden change of pace for me.” Stopping dead, he grinned, “Don’t tell me you were enjoying yourself in there, I saw you earlier, and you looked about as thrilled as I felt. There’s a little bar just up ahead, maybe a bit pricey for you student types but I’ll buy you a couple.” Starting to walk again, he said, “Nothing weird mate, just a bit of company. Another unsuccessful date for me, I reckon that.