The Making of a Submissive Part 2
Touch football had been left behind, my life now consumed with academic studies, and learning about myself as well as Barb; her likes, her dislikes, and of course her hot buttons. She was particularly fond of Friday nights in my ’48 Dodge, Bessie, out on the old road, our favorite makeout spot. It was rarely travelled, very secluded, a perfect spot to engage in Sex Ed long before it was taught in school. We would crawl into the backseat, me kneeling on the floor, her straddling my head. I was...
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