.” One of the Marthas, the real once I guess, smiled and said “yes dear, sometimes we don’t even tell him which one of us he’s got and we make...him guess. He isn’t very good at it” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Now” said Maggy, or was it Martha. “What are you dear people watching?”. Just then the scene shifted back below decks to where the girls in the square were fisting each other. I pretty much confirmed that the trend in these films was that they all contained peeing and fisting .. They ended on the subject of names and titles. “You may call me Mark in public,” he commanded, “Mr. Wheeler in front of my wife, and you will call me sir or master when in private.” Sarah nodded, “Yes sir,” she said tasting the word. She could not resist licking her lips as she did, teasing him.“What about you, any you prefer or veto?”She thought, then shook her head, “Whatever you’d like.” She wanted to be called a great many things, horrible things that she could not voice, the mere thought. But he could fuck like no man I ever had a relationship with.He was a ex-ballet dancer, now a ballet instructor now living in France. Every year for the last 7 or 8 he came to my city, and we try to arrange time for several sessions of just raw a****l-like fucking followed by dinner.We met at his hotel the first time about 4 years ago after exchanging hot emails. As I recall, he met me at the door wearing only a towel. We kissed deeply and then I dropped to my knees, pulled his towel off and. I whisper to her, "Gina, I love your tits" and she pushes them into my face. She undoes my trousers and takes out my cock out gasping ‘Oh Wow !!!!’ as she holds its rigid form in her cool hand. Gina starts to pull at it, I kiss her mouth in encouragement and my hand caresses her naked breast flicking the nipple with my thumb. She feels herself getting damp and knows that she wants that cock. Being hard makes me feel good. My hand pulls up her skirt, I explore her swollen pussy through the.