Not only was I turned on my dominant men, but the idea of being sexually obediant, attentive and controlled all added to the erotic pleasure for me. ...bviously as with all healthy sex lives we would spice it up a bit, swap roles etc for light BDSM play and that too had it’s appeal, but even that would usually end with him overpowering me, after having been teased for an amount of time until he could take it no longer and fuck me like a whore (to put it bluntly). So when I got chatting to. Well she left and went asleep. The following morning James came in and woke me up he was angry that I sucked his partners tits while she wanked me off which I apologise but all I could think of was the thought he had a monster dick. He said to me that he wanted to see my package to see if it was worth her playing with me and stuff which I refused, after a few questions and stuff I eventually gave in and pulled my shorts down which he stated to wank me off and made comments I was tiny compared. Awareness that such nosiness was way beyond the rules made the temptation worse. I laughed furtively as I interpreted my feeling as one of desire to be caught and punished. And yet ... I knew my desire this time was not for Margaret, but for knowledge of her, the woman who had been an increasingly vital part of my life for several years, but about whom I knew little more than I did from Sarah's description and my first impressions.She never ever spoke of personal matters, and even though, since. . . did they make you horny?" Yeeesssss . . ." I was stammering again. "I guess so." You seem to be guessing a lot today!" Maria teased me. "Well, since you have seen naked women before, you won't mind if I sunbathe topless, would you?" I don't recall, but I am quite sure she probably had a sly grin on her face as she asked me this. I, on the other hand, was still just barely coherent."No, I guess that would be fine." Only later did I wonder why she was not worried about my mother or sister.