I had decided to call my hooded and faceless penis jocks riders as they always rode me, and jocks cos jockeys rode ponies! I was the pony!On the wall ...tood a chart with 110 sexual positions on it, and it seemed I was clearing five or six per dream. Some were fun, some were ambitious and some amazing. Some like ‘the eagle’ left me feeling so exposed his lips inches from mine as I tasted his gasping breath!“The Lazy Dog” was my kind of dream ride. On my belly on the bed legs spread as my rider. She tried to calm her nervesas the plane came to a stop on the runway? she focused on the here and now. Shecouldn?t let herself wonder anymore what the three days would hold. They werehere now. No more imagining. It was about to be real? She had no things to gather,as she was given instructions from Master not to bring anything, other than theidentification she needed to get on board. All she had was a purse with herpapers and some makeup, a pack of gum, a brush, and her favorite perfume.. It didn't take much. I went with linear, back and forth, strokes rather than circles. Bailey moved with me as I rubbed her clit. She groaned, moaned, and finally screamed. Her ass quivered as she came. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pressed down on her clit, and rubbed harder."NO!" Bailey yelled. She tried to escape but I was holding her too tightly. Bailey lost control of her body, convulsing as I called another orgasm out of her.She sobbed softly when her body came down from the pleasure.. I had to hide until it was safe to sneak out,I knew Tom was working the coming weekend and we had agreed to meet up earlier so that we could finished without the risk of being found out. I arrived at 2 pm and was greeted at the door with a bulge already obvious under John’s towel. I was already starting to seep precum on the walk over, so quickly got inside to commence removing my clothes. John embraced me and his manly scent and almost overpowered me – simply gorgeous and my cock was.