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Don't tease him I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. Don't give him boundaries. And don't think you get a choice in who you love. Paperback , pages. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Three Hard Lessons , please sign up. Will this book give us the ending for Three Simple Rules or will that one have it's own continued book? See 1 question about Three Hard Lessons…. Lists with This Book. Nov 24, Evgeny rated it liked it Shelves: This story is about Payton, the best friend of the heroine of the first book.

That tale ended with a hint that something major and life-changing happened to Payton and now we have her story. She worked in a private BDSM club in Chicago ironically the first two books only showed plain sex in this club. Talk led to kiss which led to mutual interest which let to some interesting discovery by Payton which let to her losing h This story is about Payton, the best friend of the heroine of the first book. Talk led to kiss which led to mutual interest which let to some interesting discovery by Payton which let to her losing her job and the only way she made her living.

I do not think I will spoil much if I say it was not the last sex they had together and very gradually and unexpectedly for the heroes; any reader with IQ higher than a freezing point of water in Celsius scale could see it coming from around page 5 the fell in love with each other. I am talking about two people who had their hearts being broken before and who did everything imaginable - no matter how childish - to avoid using the dreaded L word and even thinking about it. Everything was going alone fine until the last third of the book.

To better explain what happened I would like to remind an old joke: What can any woman create out of nothing? A hairdo, a salad, and a tragedy. While some people might find this joke sexist, this is exactly what Payton did - and I do not mean a hairdo. Dominic told her a little white lie by omission. Considering Payton admitted at times liking to be a Dom in BDSM acts and that they had some appropriate equipment I could think of lots of ways to punish Dominic without creating broken hearts, spending bazillion of money on plane tickets, crying onto their friends shoulders, etc.

Payton however decided to do it the hard way. This was the reason for 3 star rating instead of 4 I gave to the first book. Considering the fact that the next book is about a character I could not care less about I am done with the series. Feb 15, Beverly rated it really liked it.

We got to meet Payton briefly in Three Simple Rules and know she is anti-love and anti-commitment. Dominic is only in town for a few days before returning to Japan. After his friend cancels their plans he decides to check out the Blindfold Club at his friend's recommendation. I loved that about Dom, he is so attracted to Payton, but he challenged and wanted more than she was willing to give. This story is fast paced and super sexy, I swear these stories are addictive. The stories are super erotic, but also have a lot of heart. These books are a perfect fix for when you are looking for something quick and sexy, but these books are more than smut.

They still have an awesome storyline with a little bit of angst and drama to keep the story moving forward. Teasers created by me with stock images purchased from depositphotos. View all 18 comments. Sep 03, XxTainaxX rated it liked it. Was the book insanely sexy? Yet I found myself wishing the h was someone else because there were things I just really didn't like about her.

I'm not talking about her profession because I'm not going to judge anyone but her personality just grated. I did admit to seeing some growth in her as she fell more for Dom but by then, the impression I had made it harder for me to enjoy it. Honestly a really lonely guy in a foreign land wanting to feel a connection.

Usually this screams desperate and I end up not liking this type of hero but I couldn't help but enjoy him. Especially as he started to get more and more comfortable with himself and seemed to relish in discoveries he hadn't had the chance to try before. He was sweet and patient with a mattering of dirty talk and dominant Yet willing to let the h take charge sometimes too. This book, like the first, may test your comfort zone as there is definite sharing involved. No rape or abuse. May 30, Jayme rated it it was amazing Shelves: I don't know if this book deserves completely for five stars, but it definitely made that I'm a fan of Nikki Sloane.

Every night it will be you. Second in the Blindfold Club series. About Payton, secondary characters from the first part. We know Payton as a free spirit, she likes sex, she loves her job in the Blindfold Club. Confi I don't know if this book deserves completely for five stars, but it definitely made that I'm a fan of Nikki Sloane. It's all how can you describe her.

Dominic lives and works in Tokyo, where he feels very lonely. He is charming, adorable and he will do everything for someone he loves. He is also a friend of Logan, who rents an apartment from him in Chicago. We don't have here actually new secondary characters. A little bit more of Joseph, owner of Blindfold Club. Also a few scenes with the main heroes from the first part.

A lot of sex scenes in all forms, bdsm. Some sex scenes for someone, can be disturbing. Starting this book you must remember that it is a highly erotic book with bdsm scenes. There are a lot of various kinds of sex scenes but also love, trust and building a relationship. You have to like this type of book to enjoy it. Payton and Dominic come together in the Blindfold Club. He spends some time in Chicago and decided to visit the club.

He feels lonely and looking for someone to who he can get close. Their very strange close-up makes everything gets complicated and she is kicked out of work. Dominic is complete opposite of a strong alpha male. But only at the beginning and very seemingly. During the book show you his strong side, there are no boundaries or impossible things which he could not overcome for someone he loves. Payton confidence and sexual liberation it is also only seeming. She simply in this way finds the feeling of love. But they will have to find each other in the middle and out of their comfort zone to be able to build a relationship.

As I said I am not sure whether the book deserves a full five stars. Maybe a strong four? But my sudden love for the characters and the author, who created them overcome. What I did not like, anyway? There were a few small reps. But we have here entirely different heroes and completely different story.

I must say, most of the action happens in Tokyo! How awesome is that? And you can really feel that action is happening there. Therefore, once again well written. Although I think that it is less disturbing than the first, there are still strong sexual scene. And I once again completely fell in love with the heroes of this book.

Beautifully kept action, relationship building, trust, love. For me very addictive story. Next in the series? I can not wait for next book! You should see my total happiness when I found out that it will happen! The third will be about Joseph, owner of Blindfold Club. I think it's going to be a strong. View all 10 comments. I'd forgotten I'd read this series until it recently appeared in my GR feed. I have never hated a heroine more. Like I'm creating a new shelf for her. I'd like to go with: But I'm a refined chick so I'm sure I'll eventually come up with something classy ; I read it cuz I had all three books in the series on my phone over a vacation.

I was so pissed. I'm I'd forgotten I'd read this series until it recently appeared in my GR feed. I'm not positive the h of that book was really on board, it was a forced seduction thing But the hooker with a vagina made of gold lands the American millionaire living in Japan. This was a case of insta-lust-love-fuck Though, after reading about her H, I could see why she became pussy on a pedestal. He was an idiot. This h doesn't deserve all the good shit that comes her way.

She sure as fuck doesn't deserve the H bankrolling her for their HEA. Bitchy, but true, you know I'm right. I'll always call it like it is. I mean, if you're gonna swing. Unfortunately, this reminded me of a girl I knew in high school who moved to Japan to become a model She had no idea until she got there. I think her story is way more interesting. Back to why the h is suck-tastic Unlike, in the h's BFF's book the first one Their threesomes are just him fucking her while she's with women.

Really, that just pissed me off more than I can explain. I totally hated this h at that point and felt completely justified in my beliefs about her motivations in the first book when I got to the end. I really didn't want an HEA for her.

She makes me want to call her the c-word. I never say the c-word. I have some fucking standards ; View all 9 comments. So this book is about Peyton; Evelyn's best friend. I really liked the first book about Evelyn and Logan. But I'm a bit disappointed with the second book because And it isn't sexy at all. Honestly, I was intrigued with some chapters and curious about what will happen next.

Peyton is a professional high-class escort. She's wild, adventurous and proud of her job. Peyton love sex and never have problem with it.

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I rubbed her softly, and after a bit she responded with soft moans and gentle rocking. Unsure if she was fully awake, but knowing she was responding favorably, I pulled the covers off of us. I climbed on top of her, uncaring if someone walked in at this point. Pointing my erection at her dripping pussy, I lowered myself onto her. She moaned, and reached up to hold me. For the second time that night, we became one.

I helped her get her panties back on, and we fell asleep together again. Though people suspected, considering the sleeping arrangement. At this point, all three of us had grown pretty close as friends. It started out as requests from my boyfriend, who really gets off to the thought of me with other men. But I warmed up to the idea very, very quickly. A particular memory was us at New Years, where Jack thoroughly beat me at a game of strip poker.

Naked, I made sure to pose a bit, just to remind him of what he could still be having. At some point during the night, I make a joke at the expense of Jack. Some insult about his taste in music, just trying to tease a reaction out of him. His face gets so comically serious that I start laughing. Just to make a point I pull my red hair up away from my neck and show it off. Aaron comes back with a studded black belt, swinging it like an idiot. He hands it to Jack, who gives it a few exaggerated cracks.

We all laugh, ready to begin whatever comedy bit we think is about to come. He nearly drops his drink. I gasp, my eyes instantly watering. Jack lets off the belt, wiggling his fingers underneath the part around my neck, giving me an inch or two to breathe. I realize that this has escalated past a joke. He sits down on my couch, pulling me along with him. But before I can reach where I was sitting, he points to the floor. At this point, my brain has ceased proper function. Jack and Aaron are laughing at the look on my face.

After a few minutes, I am calm enough to take part in the conversation. Things seem almost unnervingly casual. At some point, I let out a huge yawn. Before I can even finish, Jack yanks hard on the belt. The punishment aspect is delicious. I even start yawning deliberately every now and then just to feel him tug hard on my neck. More rules come as the night goes on. Every time I make a joke at his expense, I get a few extra seconds without breath. He stands up, pulls up on the belt, and has me stumble outside beside him on the porch.

No coat, and even worse, no bra. I cross my arms and scowl. I realize that if I really wanted to, I could just slip the belt right off and be done with it. But Christ… it just feels so fucking good. My head is literally spinning at this point. After a few minutes, he finally finishes his cigarette. I follow back inside, where Aaron is laid out on the love seat, reading on his phone. Before being prompted, I drop down to the floor, right at the spot where Jack was sitting previously.

He sits, and I sidle myself between his legs, lying my head on his thigh, not speaking a word. Hell, I am officially a pet, at least for tonight. The phone in my waistband starts buzzing.

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Aaron is texting me. I put the phone down immediately, and the tension lessens. So texts are a no, too. A total of three hours goes by like this. Jack and Aaron having completely normal conversations, me trying my best to join in despite being very, very distracted. Jack seems to be really enjoying himself. His power boner is in full force. The next thirty minutes become a slow crawl up to his dick. He pulls me a little closer, centimeter by centimeter, every minute or so. Pretty soon my face is laying directly on his crotch, me trying hard to keep still, only moving when he pulls me.

I sit like than for another twenty, my face basically forced into his hardness, my breath going through his jeans. The tugs of the belt drag my face over his cock. I start running my tongue across it, hoping he can feel it. Aaron is still sitting there, still as a statue, watching. His breathing goes shallow when he hears the wet noises of my mouth kissing cock. Without warning Jack unzips his pants and pulls his cock out of his underwear. What follows now is a forty minute blowjob starring me, officially the most patient girl in the world, now finally getting my payoff.

The belt goes slack as I worship his cock, licking patterns up his shaft and sucking hard as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat. The alcohol that had burned my throat earlier makes it painful yet so satisfying as his cock reaches deep. He deep throats me over and over and over again. He has the belt pulled tight. His hips are now jack-knifing up into me, his dick pumping in and out as I messily try to keep up.

He grabs me by my hair and forces himself down into me, as far as it will go, for one moment, two moments, three-. Not just from the belt, but from the combination of it, the deep throating, the alcohol, and not having slept more than three hours over the past two days. I should probably be embarrassed about it, but for my first time doing something like this, I am happy I even lasted that long. A few seconds later, I come to with Jack cradling my head, and Aaron holding my hand. Both are equally worried, but after I assure them I was okay, they get right back to teasing the ever loving fuck out of me.

He unwraps the belt from my neck. Aaron and I said goodnight and almost immediately passed out in our bedroom. The next night, again, was a fuckfest between me and Jack. All in all, I had sex four times in two days. I cant believe that it might happen again. The belt is still sitting in the living room, right in plain sight. A very horny, somewhat lazy, curious to a fault, college student. I lived at home and had just started waiting tables at a restaurant, I took 4 classes at a local community college and played video games on the weekends and at night.

When I say sex, I mean bondage. Of course, I was still a virgin. For as long as I can remember, I liked being tied up, and loved how women looked bound. So, when I was 13 and got cable internet and my own computer, I went berserk. Through high school I would, occasionally, get to tie up whatever girlfriend I had at the time. I joined any and every bdsm and fetish website I could find that had forums or dating aspects to it. This was before websites like okcupid, tinder, and fetlife were around, right at the advent of myspace.

So it was to my great surprise that a woman had taken a liking to me. Janet Miss Janet, or Mistress Janet was 47, lived in Philadelphia a 3 hour drive from where I was , and had extreme expertise in traditional rope bondage. We met on a rope bondage forum that had a specific thread and portion of its website for meeting like minded individuals.

The very early egg to online dating, looking back on it. She was very visible on the forum, and as a way to prove my masculinity and how kinky I was, I would send her pictures of myself. I had a cheap gag, she saw me gagged. I had a small, pink, buttplug. She saw my butt plugged. I had a plastic, locking chastity device. She made sure I locked myself up. I loved the attention. I was a bit skeptical.

To this day it is still a rarity that a young male finds an actual domme female, right? I still wondered why this woman, who had plenty of partners, would take interest in a year old boy who lived miles away. I would find out the week after I turned I drove the 3 or so hours to Philadelphia to spend a weekend with a stranger. I was insatiably horny and struggled to not jerk off for the few days leading up to my visit. I was incredibly nervous, more for the drive than for actual visit, just hoping my 15 year old Acura would last the trip. Miss Janet requested I arrive at 11 am sharp, so at Her apartment was in an old, refurbished brick building.

The first floor of which were various shops, a deli, and a casual restaurant. She lived on the third floor in an open-floor plan, massive studio apartment. The windows let in light and let out views of a park and the city. I still think about this apartment, it was absolutely fantastic. Who are you looking for? Did I have the right apartment number? Her last name was printed right under the buzzer. For a split second, I feared this was all a ruse and some internet troll sent me to Philadelphia to hassle a random woman. Only my friends and family and coworkers call me Janet.

Relief washed over me. May I come up and serve you? Two sets of stairs and a turn down the wooden floored hallway and I was in her apartment. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the drive down. I complimented her apartment, poked around for the views and sucked down the glass of water she offered up. There was a massive, 8 foot tall St. That caught my eye, and she noticed.

It finally settled in. It was 11 am on a friday and I was here until 11 pm Sunday. There was no other way to spend 60 hours than with pure debauchery. Miss Janet wore dress slacks and a green, satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her veiny, large breasts and ample cleavage.

I had told her in one of our conversations how much I loved the traditional secretary look of blouses and satin. Surely she dressed this way intentionally. There were a few nudes of her on the forums, but it was nothing like the real thing. She was curvy, had a slight bit of chubbiness to her but it was, I surmised, just due to being nearly She was a plain looking woman, but obviously pretty nonetheless. I never would have guessed she was a bondage loving Domme that tied up boys in her free time.

My fantasies pictured the blonde, huge breasted, leather wearing woman as the one to bind me tight. Not a business professional in casual attire and glasses. I could imagine she was a stunner in her twenties. The laptop and various papers and manilla folders on the kitchen island were scattered about. I told her the usuals, I was in school, worked part time. I assured her nobody was looking for me in my home town. She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted.

I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right. I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat.

It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict. Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees. Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan.

She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage.

The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it. She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst.

My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle. As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. The table had a 4 inch hole cut in the middle, and after Miss Janet adjusted my body, my cock and bound balls were slotted through the hole, and secured firmly in place.

The scene will immediately end, I will untie you and take off all gear and toys. Again, this is for safety. She slipped a blindfold over my head, pumped my cock a few times with her firm grip, and gathered some toys. She returned, marked by the sound of a bag hitting the wooden floor beneath her hogtied teen toy. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I rapped on the weathered door, idly looking at a potted plant that had crept out and hung over its terracotta holdings.

Probably left over from the last owner. Clunks reveal Eve, peeking through the gap playfully. She was beautiful, and I would have given anything to sleep with her. Bobbed hair, shaven at the back sat prettily on her heart shaped face. More disheveled than usual, flecking her forehead erratically. Her eyes were sharp and demure, wing-tipped with an unsurprisingly lack of care. I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room.

Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work. I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table. I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter. I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out.

In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos. Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side.

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Jesus Christ, she was stunning. Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend and putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek.

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I wanted desperately to be the other girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my face burn. Those images were still burnt into my head. Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon.

The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew it I was teasing out an orgasm. There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding into the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media. I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes.

My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as I felt the weight of metal on my wrists. With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs. With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty.

Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly.

I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over. There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in.

The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently.

The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive. Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly.

It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor.

Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors. That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters.

The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work. Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. That is not what caught her attention, his eyes. In his eyes she sees a hunger.

Not a hunger for mere ribs, a hunger for something deeper, something personal. His gaze follows her as she moves about the truck gathering his order. She can feel it. She is vulnerable, naked, exposed. Shivers run down her spine despite the heat in the cramped quarters of the food truck. She rushes through the rest of the transaction.

Why was she left alone today? His gaze is knowing, it sees right through her, it knows her thoughts. And with that Joe vanishes from sight. The rest of the day and closing are uneventful but Jovelyn feels an uneasiness at the back of her mind. Night has come early and darkness leads her way home.

Just a short nap before I go clubbing. It has been a long day and my feet are killing me. Jovelyn awakens, groggy, unaware of her surroundings. A moist trickle falls from her forehead. She tries to cry out but her voice is muffled. Something is in her mouth. Panicking her vision clears. She studies her surroundings. She is on a bed. Whose bed is this? She still cannot move. Her hands are tied behind her back. Why are my hands tied? She looks further trying desperately to find something. Then she sees him. Sitting across the room from her. A wry smile inches across his face. In his hands he is toying with a knife.

But more so she sees his eyes. Never before has a man looked at her in this way. The knife he is wielding ever present. He reaches for her. As she tries to shy away from his touch she is paralyzed in fear. His hand wraps around her throat pulling her closer to him. She can feel the Warmth of his breath on her face. He brings the knife up letting the blade slide harmlessly across her cheek. The coldness of the metal sends a chill down her spine. He moves the blade down her shoulders.

Down to the rim of her shirt. With skill he begins to cutaway at the fabric. Revealing first her abdomen then her chest, leaving her lingerie intact. He peals back the shattered remains of what once was her shirt. Her heaving bosom hiding beneath her bra. She tries to gasp as his knife rips through the thin lace releasing her breasts exposing them to his gaze. He looks at her, the lust in his eyes blazing. He runs the blade slowly across her nipple. Very thinly but with purpose cutting the flesh ever so slightly. A small drop of blood seeps from the wound. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth.

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His tongue moist and rough tastes her nipple, her flesh, her blood. She winces in pain but something stirs within her. He lies her back down on the bed and begins to work on her pants. Deftly they are removed and discarded. She lies there powerless, naked, exposed. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained. He turns her over. She can feel him stare at her ample ass.

His rough hands grab at the soft skin of her cheeks pulling them apart so he can get a good clear view at her rectum. With a grin he gives her a nice firm slap on her ass-cheek. He strikes her again and again until her ass is red and numb from the pain. Rising from the bed she watches in horror as Joe disrobes slowly and with intent. Jovelyn knows what is coming. Her pussy moistens with anticipation. Before they put on the headset, their hands will be bound with rope. You need to have these physical elements to help you go into it. CPJ also works with journalism schools, where students write post cards to reporters who are incarcerated, but Radsch says that VR can add yet another visceral element.

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