As the last bus home was at 1am we decided to go a little earlier so we could get a few pubs and clubs in.We got the 3pm bus in town to Manchester Cit... centre, 45 or 50 minutes later arriving in Manchester we headed for our fist pub, my friend Diane would have two drinks for every one I had, as I don’t can’t handle my drinks.By 8pm I was feeling the effects of what drinks I had but Diane was already the worse for wear.Some men in their mid 20s started talking to us, well me as Diane was now a. He shafted me quite rigorously me with the dildo and I continuedto moan with pure pleasure. He pulled the pole out of me. "It's time forthe real thing, Gemma, are you ready?" he asked. "Oh yes" I replied.I'd had to fight my apprehension at giving my body to a man, but now thatthe moment had arrived I was nerveless. Just as I had been when I firstsucked his cock He was right, I was a natural sissy.He asked me to sit on the edge of the bed. He now stood before me "Gemma,you need to suck my cock. My husband’s friend, “I didn’t even know his name” finished lubing up his cockhead from my pussy juices, positioned his cock at my now eagerly waiting slit, gradually slit it in until the head was barely inside. Then he stopped for what seemed like an eternity, then as he thrust forward, I thrust rearward burying his cock to the hilt in such a violent motion, his balls slapped my aroused clit.He began thrusting forward, me thrusting back against him. Faster, and faster we both thrust and I. Unfortunately, his secretary'shuge tits were now a mass of permanent scars from his experimentation and learning.As they say, practice makes perfect. One wanted to apply just enough forceto cut the surface skin but not into the subcutaneous tissue as that wouldproduce the bleeding and scarring. James was now the Artiste and he knew theproper limits when caning Nikki's beatific tit meat. He would cut just enoughto evince the maximum pain and paint even parallel red lines all up and downNikki's.