Only this time he begins to slowly massage my heated flesh before pulling aside the thin scrap of lace dividing my cheeks to slide one finger into my ...ot wet slit and then another. My juices drip down my inner thighs. How can I be this wet? I am a grown ass woman who has just been spanked like a child for being late and I am almost swooning at his touch. Soon he is fucking me with three fingers. I hear the sound of a belt buckle being release followed by the sound of a zipper and feel the hair. Her first choices were large ones and they certainly kept her aroused, but for long term use she had found they became uncomfortable, even painful, and that wasn't the idea. She had settled on smaller ones that were not as much of a tease, but could be held in for a longer period of time, giving smaller vibrations with movement and ensuring they wouldn't make her cum, but continue to keep her aroused for a longer period.To keep the balls in place was a crotch rope... or more accurately, a. He had been a natural with women his entire life, his blond hair, athletic build, and six foot three well muscled frame meant that he had his pick of beautiful women whenever he wanted them. His long, thick cock and plenty of experience meant that he knew how to satisfy them. He was strong as an ox, and able to go all night. From High School to college and on to the NFL he had never had any problem getting any girl he wanted to fuck him. He even did some of his teacher and professors when he. Her index finger trails over my cheek, scraping a tiny red line into my skin, then brushes my lips and stays there for a second. A short wink from the corner of her eye tells me that this is no involuntary gesture and that I have to stay quiet. I nod imperceptably and my heart beats like a jungle drum.The girl raises an eyebrow. "Mistress? You know each other?"I bite my lower lip and my eyes become big."We have met once or twice, a cashual acquaintance." My Mistress' eyes laugh at me, and I.