“Can I come in now my lady?” I said. “Please do my master. Your slave is burning for you.” And she spread her thighs as I placed myself betwee... them. I gently went in her, and not wanting to cause her pain, I slowly, very slowly, went in gradually, till I felt I was touching her womb.” My God. I am impaled. And I feel as if I am floating. My master. My lover. My He-man. How wonderful it feels with you inside me. Now fuck me master. Don’t be gentle at all. Show me what love is and split me wide. The next day at around 12 noon, we were sitting in a restaurant having tea and a bun, and she outlined her plan, she was going to call to our house before my husband went out, but I had to make sure I told him I was going to visit my friend, so they would be alone in the house together, don't say you know I'm calling she told me, ok I replied, we have to do the same thing she told me, you have to go to my house, and pretend your calling to see me, with no panties on either, ill let my son see. On countless occasions, I noticed men following me around the supermarket and not infrequently at the local mall, too. I was still quite shy about all this obvious attention and quite certain that the temptation I felt to flaunt my body was the work of the devil, but I was also oddly flattered and exhilarated at the same time. I even found myself occasionally giving in to the devil’s temptation and ‘posing’ for some of the guys I knew were checking me out, and then feeling ashamed moments later. .but I too worried about what I had to do next.Matt was surprised that I climaxed too. While he stayed inside me still, I confessed my arousal. My legs had gone numb from being over my head so long and it was painful when I brought them down. Matt backed out slowly of me. His fluid immediately came flowing out. He quickly reached down for a shirt to sop it up. I told him I needed to clean up. We both walked to the showers. I was bowlegged and walked a little more slowly that Matt. We stepped.