" Mrs Dougherty looked aghast and her eyes glanced up and down the road to see if anyone was watching. "I'm waiting," you hinted.Slowly moving out fro... behind the door, she grasped the edge of her skirt and lifted it all of an inch or two. "Higher, slut!" you commanded sharply. Again the skirt was raised, not really as high as you wanted but it wasn't a bad effort and you didn't want to push too hard on your slave's first training session. Anyway, she had pulled it up enough for you to check. The day couldn't had gone slow enough. But my mind kept working. There could be so many things I could do, but what? I informed my co-worker of my plans for the night, as we usually would ask each other. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was 6 o'clock when I got in. Waiting, waiting, waiting....when does my evening begin?I was finally alone after 15 minutes. I called my co-worker to inform him I forgot to turn off my computer and if he could since he works later than me. As he went. Again thanks for the comments on my last post,the second part of my first gay experience.It was never meant to be more than one single post but I've so enjoyed reliving it plus I'm delighted that anybody liked it enough to comment,thanks.I intend to complete it this post.Don't worry I've got a lifetime of sexual adventures to further bore you all with.lol.If you've read from the start you'll know that I wasn't comfortable with how curious I'd become and however crazy it sounds I really thought. Sig's eyes were closed and his face lost in some kind of cosmic wonderland. This man was on top of him and inside of him. They were . . . they were . . . copulating. Connected. United. Hooked up to each other. Deep sexual union. Brynn wrapped his arms around the man's lower back, entwining the two of them together until they were tightly braided in a deep and intimate and perverse sexual union. A few minutes later, the pace and urgency of Sig's fucking became quicker and soon, he was.