But I believe I have moved on since those days.Being good was volunteering to do the washing up, mowing the lawn and such. Being bad would often invol...e some degree of sexual contact; the more taboo the better. I can remember catching my older brother coming out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest still damp and bare. Now considering he's twice as strong as me, and he could have pushed me away if he so desired, the fact that he just stood there while I wank him. Surprised by the total change of topic, Daniel hesitated before answeringher question. The vision of himself naked and kneeling on the carpetedbathroom floor as Sarah sat like a queen upon the toilet flashed throughhis mind, igniting different emotions all at once. He felt shame,humiliation, and then a feeling that he was beginning to recognize moreclearly for what it was. It was pleasure in the humiliation and shame;something that he had never experienced before, or was not aware that hehad. ” How could I have ever gotten this lucky? “The Kipling Suite, ma’am?” The clean British accent brings me back to the here and now, and I’m stunned. He booked me in the one room he knew I’d love. Named for Rudyard Kipling who wrote the Jungle Book – a writer just as I dreamed of becoming. I’m in heaven. “Oh, and a package was delivered for you, Ms. Smith.” I can’t tell from the packaging what it is, but I have no doubt who it’s from. The brown wrapper reveals nothing. I nod and smile at the. I pressed its head tighter to her cervix. She groaned and wrapped her arms and legs around me.“Okay Dave, will you make love to me now?”I began slowly stroking my cock in and out of Kerry's tight pussy. I gradually increased the speed and force of my thrust. I was soon pounding her as hard as I could, while she returned each thrust.“Oh yes Dave. Fuck me! You fuck me so good. Fuck me, Dave..."She came again as I bathed her cervix with my cum.I rolled off Kerry and we kissed, cuddled, and chatted.