"What do you think it is?" I asked her, smiling down at her. "Does this happen every morning?" "Not every morning," I lied. I was just glad that I d...id not have a wet dream involving some girl from school. The frequent dream girl was my English teacher Miss Booth who had long honey blond hair that fell down over her ass. "Does it hurt?" "Sometimes it does," I told her. Natalie turned a dangerous gave up at me and a smile on her face. "Can I see it?" I asked after a brief silence. "Are you. He stays as he is and I step back, grabbing my clothes and slip out the door before he sees me. I throw my clothes as I blindly go down the steps like I’m late for work, I can’t help but giggle. That’ll teach him to not at least even ask my name before fucking me into next week. I don’t slow down even once on the street, I’m not too far from home. I make good time, but glance over my shoulder to see if he appears. He doesn't. When I do get home I think of a shower, but I love knowing he’s still. Jesus). I wasn’t mad at all, I was turned on. But I was stunned. Not that I was surprised by your desire (with your sex drive nothing surprises me—I love it), I was surprised because it was a chick I’d had dinner with at your place. A woman I had sat next to at the movies sometimes when the three of us went out. For some reason it was more of a shock because she wasn’t a stranger to me, but someone I already knew pretty well. You totally had my attention again when you got an ‘ooo fuck me baby’. Used to subjugate and keep pure girls until they were married, it seemed to offer the perfect solution. We decided to find a doctor willing to carry out the procedure, but first, I wanted to see what the results might do for Lou. After her shower in front of me that night, I ordered her to sit naked on a large wooden chair normally reserved for spankings. I tied her arms to the arms of the chair and her legs also to the legs of the chair, finishing by tying her knees to the chair legs as well,.