Like all middle-class women, I was feeling trapped between my values & inner desire. I was feeling lonely & ignored, but my middle-class values were p...eventing me to stray out of my marriage & start an affair, which could break my family. And so, I was living an unexciting life till a casual erotic incident in a bus spiced up my life a little bit.I am presenting my experience to all my dear ISS patrons, as it actually happened with me on my way back from office, without adding any extra spice. “Oh my God, Serena – that feels amazing. I would love to keep doing just this, but I want you to sit on my cock and ride me, and I want you to touch yourself while you do. Touch your tits and your pussy, and I want you to make yourself cum again sitting on my hard cock while I watch you. God, your mouth feels so good. You’d better stop or I am going to come in your mouth again”. He pulled back and she let him go, her eyes wide and naughty. “But I wasn’t doing anything,” she whispered, shyly,. It began while we were cuddled on the sofa watching TV together. My hand found its way to his crotch and it was only a matter of minutes before I had his zipper down and his cock in my mouth. He started soft and pliable, slowly growing longer and thicker as I sucked. It wasn't something I would normally do right there in the living room, but he wasn't complaining. I was taking my time, savoring the experience, wondering if it would feel any different if it were Nick in my mouth instead of his. ”“Yes, mistress. What other methods do you mean?”“For example, you could have your tits and cunt whipped with a crop.”“Oh. I wouldn’t like that, but I would submit to it if you think I deserved it.”“You shouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think you will ever need anything that severe. I only brought it up to see your reaction. Some people get off on pain. I mean being burned with lit cigarettes or having hot wax dripped on their tits and other places. I could never do those things to another.