Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours...each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up before what passed for dawn in Alaska, and out the door for hour after hour of floating this creek or that river. Home late smelling of algae and sweat and, damn it,. I knew we were going out somewhere. If we were just going to stay in, I was usually told to wear the black knee-length trench coat I was given, black high heels and nothing else. Every once in a while they like to dress up their toy and take her out to play.I put my collar around my neck; a black choker with a silver cat charm in front. Mistress and I loved the obvious innuendo that no one but us would understand.I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door. It was 4 blocks to the. "Mom and I ate a quick dinner, Mary showed up right on time, and aftersome very complimentary words, we left together. Sharon lives acrosstown and goes to the other high school, so I was hoping that not manyof the kids there would know me anyway. Mary kept saying that I wouldbe hit on so many times I would think I was a drum, but I figured thatwas all fluff to make me feel better. Mary is about my size, maybeeven a bit taller, and she was a knockout. Dark brown hair and coalblack eyes that. I grab the pillow and bit into it as my ass feels like it’s being split open by a battering ram. I can't help but cry out in agony. I gasp as the head pops in.“There, the worst part is over,” she says as she holds her dick still, allowing my ass to adjust to her massive pocket rocket. “Are you okay?”I nod my head as I continue to bite down on the pillow. “Okay, I’m going to slowly push more inside of you.” She places a hand on my back as her other grips my hip and she starts to slowly push more.