It turns out Barrys wife had turned up a couple of hours before, i was just too pissed to realise. Once i realised this to be the case, i figured ther... was no point hanging about; Barry couldnt do anything with that old bitch around.I called a taxi, said my goodbyes and waited out on the street, smoking cigarettes and feeling depressed that i was going home without any cum inside of me. The taxi arrived, i stumbled in, and exchanged small talk with the driver as we headed out of town. I was. I said I wanted it to be me to break my cherry I said please do it I love you so much while puling me into his arms, he started kissing me and raised my legs and opened them more to receive his large cock into my tight virgin pussy. As he was entering my pussy.I said its hurts so bad he said that now I am at your hymen and that’s what’s hurting you, I said ok I am ready as I raised my hips forward and pushed toward his cook and we came together in the middle as over hips met while french. You name it,the more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.His taste for liquor was just aseclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batchBourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought over fromSlovakia, Raki from Turkey, and a particularly favored Grappa-like drink fromsome place in Spain.I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, asMiddle America as apple pie and biscuits. That may have been what attracted me,at twenty, to this man,. My wardrobe consists of bustiers, corsets made with whalebone that lace tight cinching my waist and push-up bras in a rainbow of colors. In matching colors, Master dresses me below the waist even more scantly, just garter belts, hose or lacey-topped stay-ups. You see I have no panties I must immediately be available to service Master’s needs. He also purchased me an array of stiletto heels in matching colors. He always tops off my lingerie with one of my capes that range from those that sweep.