" Yes, it is. I just wanted to hear your voice. I've wondered with you'd sound like." Michael purred.And for the next few minutes we talked, laughed a...d got comfortable with each others voices. Michael and I have "corresponded" online for awhile now. And Michael has sent me some very hot and sexy stories that he wrote for me. We are both very curious about BDSM and D/s and have been sort of exploring each others limits and needs. We seem to have very similar tastes, needs, desires. I find his. . by the time we finish, you will feel much better about sex, and your cute little body, and boys and men's COCKS . . . I promise." Not waiting for a response, he continued, “Number eight, we will have a gymnastics unit in our class and I will bring a leotard to class, when asked." As she kept writing, I imagined what she would look like in a tight leotard, showing off her young titties and maybe even her pussy lips. Maybe we should start off that way tomorrow. "Number nine, if asked I will. " You will ... You will..." I promised, putting my hand on his chest. "You got me for the rest of your life now. We'll have plenty of time for that!" Damn!" One of the other guys shook his head. "That bitch is fine!" I'd be all over that shit, bro." another guy whispered, but loud enough so we could hear him."Look, um ... I think I'm going to go lie down for a little bit, okay?" I'd made up my mind just then, seeing those black guys, those friends of my husband's, and knowing I'd be listening. It’s six hours to Tulsa and almost eight to Oklahoma City.”“I can drive for four hours, then Diana can finish it, is that all right, DD?”“Bring it on!” my energized lover said.“I want to sit by Daddy,” Faith said.“Me to,” Claire said, taking Flynn’s arm to the very back of the Suburban.Diana got to the front with her sister, as we all loaded up.First thing was a gas fill-up, at the Phillip’s 66 just down the street. It was pay at the pump, so Diana got out to do that, while I felt a hand drop.