I pause only for a second (maybe just to catch my breath?), and then start the rhythmic motion of pulling out to where the tip of my cock is just at y...ur entrance, and then pushing myself back down inside. The intensity starts to increase as the pistoning of our two bodies begins to be in harmony. I can feel you having many small orgasms as I can feel you contracting around me. This is increasing my arousal as I start to feel the beginnings of my own climax deep in the bowels of my scrotum. You. I wanted to help endear myself to him. I decided that I was going to give him my ass, I was going to give him my anal cherry. We began to make-out on the couch, I was flush with excitement and anticipation. His hands darting over my body. One up and down my thigh, flirting with the hem of my shorts. The other skillfully unhooks my bra and reaches around to cup my breast. I’m in love. I hold the back of his head as our tongues whirl around. I can feel his hard cock through his shorts. I hope I. I watch you go with a smile as I set my purse and coat on the rack. While I wait for you, I find Sir relaxing in the study with a book and a glass of whiskey. I climb into his lap and nuzzle against his face. We talk about our day and our plans for the weekend, and then he goes back to reading his book, petting me absentmindedly as he turns the pages. I hear the jingling of your collar again before you burst enthusiastically into the room to let me know that my bath is ready for me. Sir gives. Once I got into the town though, I’d have men of all ages staring at my tits, I admit I never wore a bra under my T, and they would comment on my nipples poking out their eyes. Occasionally I’d get a slap on the bum, and sometimes a guy would fondle my ass cheek, squeezing hard as they tried to chat me up. However, I always held my head up, shoulders back and carried on walking and said nothing. At college the guys thought I was a little snooty due to this attitude, but if only they had really.