.couldn't stop! As, I felt the warm juices of Mary's hole all over my pumping dick! Her seasoned-pussy-muscles, squeezed, and massaged, my dick! As we...l as Mary's hand had done! The sound of our bare thighs slapping against each other was making us both get really, really, beyond, turned-on!! We grunted and moaned! Squirmed and gyrated! Drooled and licked at one another! All the time staying in Missionary! The sounds of our bodies rubbing, and slapping, against each other! Was almost. Next day he re-tied her, more for fun than from necessity. With wrists fastened to the head of the bed he played with her sexual responses in all sorts of ways. She sometimes fought him but she always lost. So it continued. When she was really aroused he could put a finger in her mouth and she would suck it. This gave him another idea. Next day, he had no need to tie her. Seeing the cords was enough. Though there were few signs of pleasure on her face, Matilda had become submissive, pliable and. ‘Mark, darling,’ she said without looking at him, ‘Would you be a dear and clear the table?’ Hearing someone talk to Mark like that was so confusing – Mark was a leader, a dominant. Mark made me call him ‘Sir’ and suck his cock. What was even more confusing was his compliant response. ‘Of course,’ he smiled, gathered up the plates and exited to the kitchen, winking at me on his way out. ‘Steph, remind me how long you and Mark have been seeing each other?’ She has her elbow resting on the table. Then at last he rang, and asked me to go to a club in South London with him that same evening. I said yes, trying to sound moderately pleased, while hiding the euphoria that hearing his voice again had engendered.The club was a short walk from Brixton underground station. Mixed straight and gay, it had everything to make a great night out — good dance music, terrific lights, and an attractive crowd full of life. Not knowing who you might run into in a new club is part of the excitement. Toby.