The dirty magazines seemed to be on my mind all the time. I would daydream in school of going into the camp, grabbing some mags, and jerking off in th... woods. I kept this secret to myself and never even told my friends about it. However, myself and a friend started going to a "smokeshop" in town where they sold all kinds of tobacco products and magazines. They also sold candy so we would go in and buy licorice sticks and head to the magazine rack. The dirty books were kept on the bottom racks. A gift from her Owner, her Lover, her Mistress, lying beside her fast asleep.Amber slipped away quietly to prepare herself, feeling the delicious swing and tug of her clit ring. ?Mmm,just Love my ring!?she thought as she entered their large ensuite unbuckling the pink leather thong that held her plugs in place. She eased the waist belt over her wide hips and down her thighs drawing out the huge phallic shafts that impaled her so. ?MmmOhhh? she softly moaned as they slipped from her holes. Her. As I touched his cock I couldn't believe how thick it was. This cock was about 9 inches long and very thick. I started to squeeze and jerk his cock and touched the cock head with my other hand. The precum was flowing from his cock head and I was rubbing it all over my hands. I now told myself I was only going to touch him, nothing more. As I did this he started to talk to me in a low hush authoritative tone. He was telling me I was a good slut and said I liked being in this dirty place giving. ‘No regrets?’ I hesitated and bought some time by licking a finger and picking up some crumbs from my plate. When I caught her eye again, her head was tilted to one side and she was watching me carefully. ‘Regrets? That’s a good question,’ I said after some thought. ‘Life is too short for regrets, but I loved being happily married, Luciana, and everything that went with that. I really did think it would last forever. Everything has happened so fast, sometimes I still feel like I’m in a daze.’.