Well, he was kind of cute. I thought about him off and on throughout the rest of the day, and fantasized about that big erection. That night I dreamed...about him. I don't remember all of the dream, just that we were alone somewhere and I was trying to get his pants off and I couldn't get them off because they kept snagging on his hard-on, and I was unbelievably horny. I woke up dripping wet between my legs and finished myself off with my hand, masturbating furiously. My clitoris was jutting out. The Master bound Gloria’s ankles and wrists to a low padded “X” framed cross, her legs and arms spreadeagled, an extended support from the apex of the “X” under her shoulders and head. Once comfortable The Master left her in the care and supervision of one of his naked male acolytes. The man was present simply to insure The Club rules were adhered to, in this case no penile penetration was allowed. After all she was in this position for the benefit and enjoyment of the non-members and her. . Ohh ... Ohhhh ... Yes...”She’s close to her orgasm – keeping her legs open, her foot up, one hand gripping the seat back to her side, the other still reaching toward the dog, but now slightly out of range – fingers just touching his nose, and her orange thatch of pussy hair, as she lays back on the seat, letting the pleasure overtake her body... Lips tights together, breathing through her nose, noisier and noisier as she reaches her climax ... And then... A long, loud, painful-sounding. So now you may have got it how we met. Yes, it was the carpooling where we had our first talk. As it was a long route, the first day it was a silent trip with just a bit of introduction and daily routine. Since I am married, I never had a thing in my mind that I would get in bed with her and would have such a pleasant moment. Days went and we use to meet in carpool while going to the office and coming back. Slowly the conversation began but was limited to professional talks. We used to have.