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And I knew exactly what that single strong pulsation meant. I had seen it happen before, right in front of my own eyes. So I knew that a little thick glob of Ray's sperm had just oozed out of his piss-hole slit, and into my vagina. Actually, I was pretending that the sperm was Freddy's, instead of Ray's. And that taboo thought quickly took me right over the top, and made me cum hard. I began Schoolgirls squirting and gushing all over Ray's dick and balls. Within a few seconds, Ray's dick started pulsating like crazy inside me, and he began orgasming, right along with me. However, there was no passionate kissing, or hugging, or body-groping going on between us--only the pure, raw sexual act of copulation that was taking place down between our legs. It was an incredibly erotic experience! This experience also helped me to realize that my confession to Ray about Freddy had been the right thing to do. In fact, I felt Big Tits bad that I hadn't been honest with Ray much sooner in our relationship. Here I had been worrying all this time that Ray might get mad and break up with me if I told him about Freddy, only to discover that Ray gets really turned-on by the whole "Freddy thing," just like I do. Over the course of the next few weeks, every time that Ray and I had sex, either he or I would bring up the subject of "Freddy" at some point during our foreplay. And of course, that would inevitably raise our level of mental sexual excitement, and it only made the sex that much more enjoyable for both of us. So sharing my "dirty little secret" with Ray turned out to be a very good thing indeed. Looking back on everything, I can honestly say that, without Freddy, I know I wouldn't be the person that I am today. For instance, before my experience with Freddy, I used to fantasize about the usual type of stuff that young girls tend to fantasize about. And naturally, that also meant that I experienced rape fantasies from time to time, just like virtually all heterosexual girls and women do, according to everything that I've read on the collar subject. But after my experience with Freddy, the only types of fantasies that really turned me on were sexual assault/rape fantasies. And so nearly all the various sexual situations that I tended to fantasize about on a regular basis were automatically transformed into fantasies that involved me being sexually molested and then raped. And that's still asian the way that things are for me nowadays, when it comes to girl my sexual fantasies. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not a masochist. And I don't enjoy pain at all. So I don't ever fantasize about being physically threatened or hurt, or tortured. It's just that, in my fantasies, I tend to imagine myself being “taken and overwhelmed” (in other words, bullied, intimidated, blackmailed, tricked or verbally threatened) into having sex with some guy or another, while I do nothing but completely cooperate with that guy, as I'm letting him “have his way with me.” This "guy" in my fantasies might be a total stranger to me, or he might be a celebrity on TV or in the movies, or he could be someone that I know in real life. It just depends on my mood at the time that I'm having the fantasy. However, I have to admit that most of the time, my rape fantasies tend to involve guys that I know in real life. And as you should have already figured out by now, the one guy that I tend to fantasize about the most just happens to be Freddy. No matter whether I like it or not, Freddy was--and will always be--the first guy who ever had sex with me. And as far as I'm concerned, Freddy will always be that "special guy" who took my virginity, when he fucked me with his "verga" and fertilized my "panocha" in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon. So even though I love my husband dearly, I still kept finding myself fantasizing about Freddy quite frequently throughout my adult life--although I have to admit that I do it much less nowadays than I used to, back when I was a younger woman. The point I'm trying to make here is that my single sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon ended up drastically changing the very core of my sexuality. And it permanently altered my sexual desires and preferences to this very day. By the way, there is something extremely ironic about my sexual encounter with Freddy. Twenty-two minutes later the house echoed with their father’s roar, “Brad! Stacey crept down the stairs and quietly went into the kitchen without turning on any lights as there was enough glow coming in from the outside to allow her to see where she was going. She pressed the vibrating delight into me. My clit drank it in. My pussy, primed by the naughty fun, burst into overdrive. Well the jewels were really what brought him here. “Olivia, make sure they are all on the pill. Panting heavily, arms trembling, he gave a few final half-hearted asian thrusts before collapsing onto Lilith. My toes curled in my sandals. We spent lots of time on the sheets, comforters, and pillows. I came back and watched TV when Abby arrived. The celebration devolved into an orgy (as most collar thing tended to now), but I did not partake. Do you think she’d approve of you forcing some teen girl to be your personal sex slave? Brian remained confused for the rest of the day as James got what girl he wanted and went home. 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