She groaned as she slowly acclimated her body to the unfamiliar sensations. The initial pain dulled to a manageable burn…and that burn slowly stoked...Kylie's libido. She felt her snatch slickening up not just from her Master's saliva but also from her pussy's gathering fluids. "Now, you be a good little fuck-slave and be quiet while I play with this pussy." He rammed two of his fingers hard into her slick passage. She gasped as he pulled them out, slamming them back in and finger-fucking her for. ." Me neither..." Dulcie mused, "I wonder, too." Well, I expect we'll find out if we need to. Shall we adjourn to the lounge?"As they passed, Peter unplugged the phone. "Set your mobile to vibrate," he said, "if we're needed seriously in the next hour or so ... but I don't want to be disturbed for anything routine."Sitting in the lounge, they drank their coffee in silence. Peter was looking thoughtful, occasionally looking speculatively at his wife, who sat suppressing a frown and wondering. " She laughed. We sat on the bed, a glass of wine each. I was nervous about tomorrow. "So, you know the old saying, something old, something new...?" she asked. "I have a new garter belt, and the ring is Paul's grandmother's, so that's old covered. I'm borrowing that necklace from you." I smiled at her. "So the only thing I haven't got is something blue." Sara was good at solving problems. "Hmm, how about something that you could use now, not tomorrow?" I was intrigued. She got up and left. Word files appeared this time; I clicked one open. It was a story- interesting ! It only took a few sentence reads to tell me the subject was one of her favourites… and the writing of it was direct, very explicit and strangely exciting. Was it something she had downloaded from the internet, I wondered? I knew she had a vivid imagination but this piece was so fluent and so , well, dirty, that I couldn’t believe it was her own invention. Also some of the action described was so bizarre and.