I fuck around a lot, I know I do. And why shouldn't I? I like it. And more holes is a big fantasy of mine. I mean, there just aren't enough, are there..."I was taken aback by her sudden crude frankness. "Well," I thought to myself, "you can take the girl out of Essex, but you can't take Essex out of the girl." I've been around," she continued. "But I've never heard of anything like this. That's what scares me. You've done something to me, I don't know what, and I don't know how to escape." Would. I masturbated to Lucy constantly. The thought of her sitting on my face, her ripe peach of a cunt creaming all over my lips as she came for me, got me off every time. I wanted to kiss her beautiful lips as I fingered her to orgasm. I wanted to get on top of her and jam my huge tits into her mouth, one at a time, feeling her soft, girly tongue swirling around my nipples, making them hard. I wanted to play with dildos and strap-ons. I wanted to get into a 69 and eat each other's assholes out.. I was here and I was putting myself in someone's mercy. I had no idea what was going to happen. I would soon be helpless and no longer in control of the situation. I was excited in a way that words can't do justice to. I just couldn't wait for my Mistress to return. I listened intently for any sound or sign of her imminent re-emergence. After a few minutes, the door opened suddenly and my Mistress asked me to follow her again. Before entering the room, my Mistress handed me a leather collar. He was sixty-five and was willing to let me explore for my first time. He was sweet and didn't rush me over.We traded pictures and ideas of what fun we could have together. He said he liked young guys and was okay with me being inexperienced. He wanted to teach me and was eager to see me. I was very interested in his words but also the surprising pictures he sent. The ones of his cock had me drooling and the ones of his ass made me question if I simply wanted to suck or try more. I finally.