What would my wife think of me if she had known or even seen? I did enjoy the experience and felt satisfied that i had satisfied him. Once again I enj...yed the feeling of being used for someone else's pleasure. I was a submissive cocksucker and it was time to accept that side of myself. In the following weeks I began to feel more comfortable with this revelation and was soon arranging a repeat visit. I met Pete again about a month after our 1st encounter and had a almost carbon copy of the. “Oh God Sarosa…I’m gonna cum!” “Me too Master! Give it to me!”“Here it comes…!”Harry and Sarosa both moaned loudly, going over the edge simultaneously. Harry fired another huge load into Sarosa’s pussy, which he could feel milking him with every ounce of strength it had. As he came, Harry heard the first of the night’s fireworks going off outside, exploding perfectly in time with his ejaculation.Harry remembered how well Sarosa had treated him. She’d been like a mother to him, looking after. But I had to be careful. My mom always insisted that I wear proper riding pants, you know, the tight beige ones that fit like a second skin over a girl's behind.One day, I had a really wet orgasm and the stain showed on the front of my pants, between my legs. For some reason my mom saw it and I received my first whipping. She made me pull my pants down and I had to bend over a sawhorse. I got twenty lashes with a riding crop on my bare bottom. Each one made me scream out loud, believe me. But. Unfortunately, all I tried to grab was the strap. Momentum from the brief drop was converted into an arc as it travelled in front of me a fixed distance from where my hand held the strap. Physics was a bitch that day. The result of this brief motion was a collision with the gentleman next to me. Right below his belt. The man flinched and then I flinched. His hands moved my purse out of the way before I could grab it and my reaction times were less impressive. Before it had registered that my.