I lay there for a moment, silent, feeling my cock throb inside her. Opening my eyes, I examined her, searching for her feelings. It was obvious she wa...ted more. Her body needed release.Now pushing her back, I began to remove her remaining clothing. Dropping her shorts, I looked upon her sex for the first time. Her panties were silk and very feminine. They did nothing to hide her erection which stood up beyond the low waistband and lay pressed across her mound. She attempted to drop a hand. We had a particularly good fuck that night after the k**s had gone to bed I even insisted she called me Mr Smith while I was fucking her she had a massive orgasm screaming out "oh mr smith mmmm yes fuck me fuck me " completely losing herself in our fantasy.This acting out carried on for a couple of weeks pretending we were different people we both know but most often it was mr smith.Then one day as the party was approaching we were sat at the dinner table the k**s just gone to bed when she said. My training should be most humiliating and recorded inpics and videos for the perusal of my MISTRESS. They shouldchain me to the ceiling with my hands cuffed above my head and my feed spreadby a bar. Then they should whip me until I beg them to fuck me and to licktheir boots. I should not only be forced to provide blowjobs to Marcel andhis friend, but have to keep their cum in my mouthas long as they wish and subsequently swallow it. I know thatbecoming a slut means to have to prostitute. He drank them down like water, wanting to be oblivious. It took a lot of beer to get a man Danny’s size shitfaced, but he succeeded. Four more failed shots, the last beer. Danny was a quiet man, and normally a quiet drunk, but something snapped inside him. After the last missed basket, he dropped down onto the grass, fell over on his side and started to scream. All the ache he hadn’t acknowledged for so many weeks came ripping from the place he hid it and he felt like he might die. He certainly.
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