He would be invading my home later that evening and my husband was going to love it!* Lewis, my husband, was a man whose fantasies always came to ligh..., and his cuckold fantasy was no different. In fact, he had demanded I find a bull for pleasure! His desire consisted of him wanting to be dominated, yet he was giving orders. I laughed at how silly he seemed, but I wouldn't be disagreeing. The thought of a powerful man plowing me made my knees weak and my pussy damp. Which brings us to Gary. I. So I have andyou said you would – she’s sixteen next month so itwould be like an early birthday present.”“What?”“She’s in her room, I’ll get her,” Verity looked me inthe eye. “I’m serious, I want you to fuck Michelle. Imust admit the idea is a big turn on for me, and youdid say you would do anything for me.”She’d caught me. I had said so. “OK. But first I wantto fuck you, today has been on my mind since you. And he moaned, not a low manly moan but a high girlish almost whimpering sound. I stayed still for a moment deep inside of him, as his muscles squirmed and twitched around me. And he continued to whimper.“Fuck. Fuck. fuck.” was all he managed to say. And I obliged. I slowly took my dick all the way out of him and rammed it back in again, and again. Each time he screamed like a girl. And his whole body tensed with the forcefulness. Again I stopped deep in his gut just savoring the tightness. I’m so fucking glad that I lost the bet these days. I wouldn’t have Chandler back, for instance, or have had the chance to get my booty plundered by so many of you lovely folks, but especially Chandler and Master ... okay, and Sir,” Brandy referred to Dale, who was busy fingering his mother’s twat right then while he ate.“Well, I must confess that while it hurt like hell, I enjoyed some parts of being taken so roughly by you. Still, relieved that you’ve gotten better about not splitting me and.