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Jayden noted how Ethan seemed to be nervous, quickly changing the subject. "You can feel free to do whatever you would like now. If you have any questions, I will be in here." Ethan took that as the go ahead to leave so he did so, holding onto the folder in his hands tightly. He immediately went to the bedroom, laying down in the bed, and beginning to read over the papers. 'BDSM involves sexual acts that may include submission, domination, bondage, and S&M.' He paused in his readings, biting his lip as he reread what he had just read. Shaking his head, he continued to keep going in his reading.

“How do you intend to do that?” She bluffed and laughed at me. “Hmm, have you heard of BDSM?” “Like Masochism and Bondage stuff?” “Yes. Bondage, Masochism, Dominance and Sadism.” “Hmm, i an not sure those are good ideas.” “You would enjoy them, trust me and you would learn so much about these types of sex.” “Does it hurt?” “It is gonna be a bitter sweet feeling and we would take it one by one.” “What one should we start from?”

A Slut For My Professor (2) “I guess I just want to understand… what BDSM really is. I mean, I know it has to do with submission and, um, dominance... and something about slaves?” My voice drops at the end. He chuckles softly, and his lips curve into a knowing smile. “Most people have a very limited idea of what BDSM really is,” he says. “They hear the word ‘slave’ and immediately think of control, pain, and abuse."

He asked with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Its BMDS. Bending Moment Diagram Solution. Oh my ..Aryan.. Your mind is full of........ Um.. Garbage. All you have in your mind is always sex and only sex." He chuckled and sat on the couch pulling me on his lap. "BDSM is not always about sex its about pleasure also. " He nibbled my earlobe. "I won't be surprised if you tell me you have done PhD on that. " He laughed his heart out. He looks more dashing when he laughs.

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He fucked her through it, then suddenly pulled out, flipping her over so she was bent over the counter, ass up. He slapped her round ass sharply, leaving a red handprint, then thrust back into her from behind. The new angle made him feel even bigger. Layla pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her tits pressed against the cool marble. “Such a dirty girl,” Felix groaned, spanking her again. “Letting your boss fuck you raw on your first day.” “Yes… I’m your dirty girl,” she moaned, completely lost in the pleasure. “Cum inside me, Felix. Fill me up.”

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He pauses, "... you might want to explore that. But it would always be your choice. You can stop anything that is happening by simply saying so." And now she looks baffled. "I don't follow you?" "You've heard of BDSM?" Alarm crosses her perfect features. "Isn't that whips and stuff?" James is clearly choosing his words carefully. "Yes, it is, but it comes in degrees and the sub - you - always has the say on how far things go... How can I explain? Ah, yes..." Still cupping her breast, he pinches at a nipple, squeezing hard, and she squeals. But her body twists, curving into him and he chuckles. "See? It hurts, but you like it."

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