I really wanted to be made to be depraved, because I couldn’t be unless I was made to do so -- it just “wasn’t done” by women of my station, c...rtainly not ever even acknowledged privately except, perhaps, under duress or to a trusted and kinky partner, and I couldn’t bring myself to actually do all the things I so desperately and ardently desired out of an overriding fear that someone might find out.We talked of this, and we talked of my moving to America, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.. I've never felt so much cock inside of me like this.He pressed one hand down onto my upper back and began his strokes, my ass didn't stand a chance, each stroke drove me closer and closer to shooting off my own load. His pace became faster, I felt more and more like a cock slut with each stroke. This had to be one of the best feeling's I had ever felt. I came so hard, blasting my seed in convulsions with each inward stroke from Niger. I felt goose bumps from the top of my back all the way down.. .... as a minimum as i looked at her face to face, in that moment she bit her lower lip, maybe regretting her honesty ? in that moment i embraced her , i was naked also, she could see me semi erect , i love to be tactile with any one that subs to me, just to brush up against them either by accident or intend , in that moment i kissed her full on - on the lips my tongue probing her mouth and hers was meeting mine, had she not been restrained we would have been holding each other very passionatly. ?I’d be happy to help you with any of the unpacking.? She tilted her head and looked at him somewhat quizzically. ?Oh I think that would be a bit much to ask, and we’ve just met? she said. Then, seeing his face drop slightly, she quickly added, ?But you can help me put away the groceries if you like.? ?I’d love to.? he answered, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. ?Great.? she laughed pleasantly. ?This may take some time, though, as I’m still not sure where to put.