When I am alone in the woods or in the basement of some old building or even out on a stretch of abandoned railroad track, knowing that all those peop...e will eventually read all about it is almost like having every one of them there with me watching my nude and bound body.Tech has made some strange things for me to use in my bondage fantasies. I just tell him what I want to do and he comes up with just what I want. But when I told him what I wanted this time, he refused. “You have now gone. I licked him first. I wanted the taste of his piss in my mouth and I also wanted to get down to the base and suck on his hair. I would have liked to lick his asshole, too, but I couldn’t get near it. Men taste so good, I can never get enough of it. Much as I love fucking, it’s sucking that I crave the most. When I finally enclosed my mouth around the head of his cock, he seemed to know exactly how I liked it. He didn’t allow me to give him just a nice up and down suck–he wanted to fuck my. "God Anthony, you're big darling, So fucking big!" I love hearing you talk like that, mum," I whispered into her ear as I increased my thrusting, "It sounds so fucking dirty."She lunged up at me and bit my lip as she raked her finger nails over my buttocks."It is dirty darling. You're fucking your own mother. You've got your big, fat prick right up my cunt!"I felt a trembling beginning in my feet, it spread up to my legs then my thighs, then it hit my groin and I exploded. It had been totally. Fuck Ally, he'd said. Or don't, and fuck Sam.Sam. Her lips had been dark red, and full. He remembered then sliding across his erect shaft. It had felt like magic. He had looked into her eyes, her emerald, rich, smoldering, vibrant, luscious, delicate, dangerous, wonderful, experienced, loving, cascading eyes, and she back into his. And they'd connected. His heart was full again, and his breath was shallow. He had to stop thinking about her. It wasn't good. He had thrown his shirt into his.