" So there I was in my best friend's basement about to prove to him that I had a cock larger than the one in the book. I said, "I don't know, I feel a...little weird about this." Dave said, "I dare you." Well you never back down from a dare at 16, so I said, "OK, but you have to show me yours, too." He agreed, then we both dropped our pant and showed our cocks.We just stood there for a long moment and admired each other. Finally Dave said, "It does look bigger than the guy in the book." I said,. He unleashed the lion for sure. Yet, it was turning me on.By this time, he was standing on the bed and drilling his hard cock down in my pussy. He was ramming me really hard. He grabbed my ass and I could barely move.“I'm gonna drill that ass of yours, you little slut.” He was pounding me so hard and fast, I couldn’t even reply. All I could do was moan.“Who is your owner, slut?”“You. Are. My. Owner.” I said with every stroke.“I didn’t hear you.” He said fucking me harder and harder.“You are my. Marie Thereaux to the Circle for dinner that evening. Contrary to Barb’s hyperbole about what the professor of anthropology looked like, Dave had conjured up an image of a sedate, older woman with salt and pepper hair wearing a gray tweed maxi skirt and a white blouse buttoned up to her neck. In some of his images she had her hair pulled back in a bun with a pencil holding it all together.Dave changed into shorts and a t-shirt and headed for his weekend bar duty for the start of the weekend. Every now and then, Jasmine's long delicate fingers ventured down into her deep crack and passed her brown eye with teasing pressure. Each time, Sue reacted with a long drawn-out sigh of ultimate pleasure and clenched her cheeks trying to lock Jasmine's hand inside her gap. Eventually, both females concluded that Sue was ready for new progress in her "getting acquainted" session with the therapist and Sue made no objection when Jasmine produced the long black strap-on from under the table.Sue.