’ She relaxed a bit and looked in the mirror at my reflection. ‘That’s a relief. It was bad enough submitting to Mike when we were trying to hav...e kids. What about the rest?’ ‘What will you do for me, how will you make me happy?’ ‘What will I give you? My body. I will let you fuck me silly, as many times as you want. Any way you want.’ I know, I was just as excited to hear that then as I am remembering it now. See, he likes you, Lucy. No, I didn’t fuck her, that day or ever. I have standards,. I had help from a friend who liked to share as we had very similar tastes in men. I met my share of jerks and morons but in that lot were also some very interesting sexual partners, whom I saw occasionally, some I never saw again.I enjoyed variety, the thrill of the first date, the anticipation of that first fuck, would it be good, awesome or a total disappointment? I guess just as anybody else, I had a mix of all that. Some disappointment turned out to be good stories to tell.. so were some. Beale. She clutched Donna's right breast with her left hand. It was more than a handful, and Ms. Beale's fingers, fortunately with short nails, dug into the soft flesh. Donna whimpered and said it hurt, but Ms. Beale reminded her to shut up and sit back.Donna had her knees clamped together, but Ms. Beale made her put each leg over an arm of the chair, under penalty of pain. Ms. Beale kneeled in front of Donna and looked between the now widespread thighs. Donna was. Does it hurt?" Uh... Umm... A little tight maybe." Bob stammered, touching his breasts in their satiny confinement.Jane ran her fingers around the straps, feeling for tightness. It seemed fine to her."Where is it too tight?" She asked. "It seems okay to me." Maybe it's all right, I don't know." Bob stammered. He kept running his hands over the cups and the satin straps."Pretty isn't it, Hon?" Jane exclaimed. "It looks very good on you." Yeah, it sorta' does, don't it." Bob agreed. "I had no.