” Lisa climbs into the shower and starts caressing my body. I pour soap on her and use my hands to massage her breasts. I pinch her nipples one at a...time. I massage her right breast, and I slowly move my left hand down her stomach to her pussy. Now I am sliding my fingers in her wet pussy and Lisa moans, “Ohhh.” “You are so wet.” “I have thought about this all day.” I grab her and kiss her hard, shoving my tongue into her mouth, sliding my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. I release her. He would, he added, turn her into his slave and experiment with all forms of anal abuse. He had friends too who could join in, he said. He left an e-mail and said that if I was serious and wanted to know more then I should contact him. Naturally, I wanted desperately to have my fantasy fuelled with more detail. However, I stopped short of replying. My conscience had got the better of me and though I continued to encourage responses from others, I resolved to leave it there and just keep it as. "Sir," she said softly feeling his hand cup between her legs his palm pressing on her mound his fingers in the crack of her ass. "I'll do whatever you say."He smiled then sat at the side of the bed."Very good my Queen," he said putting his hand into a silver bowl at his bedside. "Now come here and bend over."His hand removed from the bowl a long sturdy sausage. The thing was a German frankfurter or bratwurst type food. A strong skinned meat in a thick cylindrical tube. The long food had been. Completely drained, Tom finally stepped back the edge of the island top and let out a sigh of relief. Sara slide off the island and back onto her feet, still partially traumatized and in disbelief about by what just happened. She quickly gathered her clothes and got dressed. Tom thanked her for the added excitement and reminded her that their little encounter stayed just between them. Sara quickly left and never said a word about any of it to anyone.While telling me the story, I could tell that.