I need to talk to you," said Master when he came home last night. It was the kind of "we need to talk" sound in the voice that you just know something...is wrong. Master poured a drink and said down. "I read your online conversation with the Dominant Male." He was speaking of the one i posted the day before, the one about the stranger who tied me us, caned my bottom, and ****d my throat. I thought Master would be pleased -- clearly, from his tone of voice, He was not. "I spanked you before,. Our bodies slapping together with each thrust. As I fucked her the silk of her stockings rubbed against me turning me on still further GOD! This felt good, her pussy muscles squeezing me as I hammered away at her pussy."I love you so much, Simon", she murmured as I buried my cock inside her. She looked at me with her soft brown eyes and I was sure she`d twig that I wasn`t Simon. But she didn`t...... and I just carried on ploughing her slopping wet cunt. Faster now...... my need becoming more. David’s manhood was poking me, meaning it was…. What did she say? Oh yes, meaning he is aroused! David must be able to read my thoughts on my face because he shifts slightly removing the pressure from his manhood from my thighs. He mumbles an apology to me and looks away. His hands have stopped rubbing my back and I make a small noise in protest. I grasp his face in between my hands and turn it to look at me again. ‘Why be sorry? My brother’s wife said that a woman should be honoured to be able. We often went down to the river to escape from the desert heat, and Carol and Sarah had both started wearing something new called bikinis. They consisted of regular bra-sized upper pieces and pants about the shape of tennis shorts. This was long before thongs and little triangles barely covering what were very hard nipples. But, for the times, they were risqué, and often made me retreat to the river to cover a raging hard-on when we were enjoying the sandy riverside. When my girlfriend came of.