"Emily, Dave and Jennifer all laughed at the reference. It was fitting but it did sound off somehow."Are you saying my daughter is a submissive, like ...ou?" No, mistress. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be completely devoted to someone. For me, it was a life choice. It was just a matter of finding the right someone. For a long time I thought that right someone was Jan Casey. I got over that three or four years ago and I've been looking for a new someone ever since, until Jan arranged for me. My wife on the other hand was totally shocked hearing an other woman complementing my cock. At this stage I was trying to hide what was now growing into a full horn between my legs. My wife also thanked her, so polite the Germans. She then glared at me, that look almost killed my growing cock but he fought the good fight, wavered a bit but then stood proud. I grabbed a towle and placed it over my fully erect cock and smiled over at our beach neighbours and they smiled back. My wife asked the. His roughness growingly intensified my lust. He wanted to destroy my ass. My boy-pussy was burning, and I loved it. I was overwhelmed with the way this savage was enjoying me. It was exhilarating to be the subject of such raging desire. I wanted to come. I was ready, but I wanted him to finish it. I wanted to enjoy fully when he injected me with his seed. I wanted to be the recipient of this stranger’s extract.While my ass was getting pounded by my guest, I noticed the room door was not. It got near closing time and I went up to see if I could get another drink before he shut and started a conversation to try to determine what we were intrigued to know before we embarked on any kind of match making. Howard admitted he was on his own and that while he gets to meet a lot of people his line of business was not good for relationships. By now we were on our own in the place and I told him that we had seen his article in the paper and my wife had wondered if it was an old flame of.