It’s a sort of running joke. I’ll stop using it, and I’ll ask Michael to stop calling me Margaret.”Maggie’s answer seemed genuine. I knew sh... genuinely didn’t like the name Margaret, and I could see how this might have come about, and what it ended up looking like.“So do you want to see Michael again? Or Will?”“Will, no. Whether I see Michael again depends on you,” Maggie said. “You haven’t been clear with me. Last weekend you seemed to be ready for me to do what I felt I wanted to do with. He then asked me to sit on the couch and he got between my legs, going down on me like a cat to a bowl of cream. He began fingering me hard, making me sopping wet by alternating fingers and tongue. He was super-focused on me.As if he had planned it from the beginning, he took my hand and guided me to the bedroom where I lay in silence. He mounted me missionary and pointed his thermos-like cock at me. “Your husband have a cock like this?”“No, sir,” I said and gasped when he went in deep and. ?I could only wait for her return and my next chance. It seemed like forever and my excitement had calmed when my mistress returned. ?I spit out the dice and this time threw a "3". ?Masturbation seemed great, just what I needed. "I love slow masturbation. ?It is supposed to be the most intense stimulation a girl can give a guy. ?She is in control. ?No guy can take the exquisite torment unless he is bound and helpless. The girl takes him to the edge then decides what happens!" She lubed me with. "I hate this part" he said putting bothhands on the counter again his upper body starts to shake a little hetakes in a deep breath, then huffs and breaths out heavy as he does theflesh round his big hard nipples starts to move and push out and swell,he leans forward over the little sink, the numb feeling building, hebreaths in little gasps "I forgot how big my boobs are" he says in quiethuffs it starts again he breaths harder this time rocking a little as heshakes, his chest bulging out and.