They tell me that my boyfriend's penis might not fit inside my puki anyway. And that if it does eventually go in, he might not be able to get out from...me because I am still so tight. All this is new to me, and I am worried by what the girls at the shop tell me about sex. It seems as if you have to lose control and give up your whole body to the man.We've been down to the beach a couple of times now. We lay behind one of the beach huts and it was very romantic. We did a lot of kissing, and I did. But, I'll try to give you fair warning before that happens. Now, how do we want to do this? Would you like to start from the beginning, or shall I drag it out of you piece by piece, and hope it comes together in something that doesn't seem like a pulp fiction novel?" However you'd like to start, Steve. Perhaps you'd better ask your most immediate questions first, and we'll see how it goes from there?" Alright. First, that scene last night. Was it real?" Yes, as real as it gets." Do you know who. This, more than the boisterous vixen she chose to be, was the real Miranda Cain. A wry grin rose on Miranda's lips. Apparently too aroused now to battle my will, she rang a small bell. Before the tinkling faded, Cheri appeared and obediently knelt at Miranda's feet. While the Mistress was guiding her servant’s head between her thighs, I turned my attention back to Janine. In the afterglow of her orgasm, it seemed Janine had missed the subtle communication between myself and Miranda. Janine’s. She had high heels, white nylon stockings, white straps holding them up from what I assumed was a garter belt, SHORT plaid skirt, and a flimsy tank top that showed off her tight, flat tummy. I was too busy checking out her body to really get a good look at her face, but when she turned around and smiled at me as she walked off the main trail onto a secondary one, I knew that was my cue to follow. I figured what the hell, I'd bring her back to my place and cough up whatever money she wanted and.