Guys only care about that stuff if they don’t get laid. If they do they’re happy no matter what.’“But what about me,” she said with a sigh. ...��Why, what difference does it make, and what do I actually feel about him. He’s kind of dumb and completely not interested in anything I do. Plus he’s super hippy. I could never trust him with my secret identity.’Her indecision turned to a twisting gnaw in her gut as she stared at the phone and tucked it back in her shots. Finally, she let out another. Not good.This was different…The contact email was for a Doctor Oscar Andersen. I messaged him immediately. *“Switch.”The pounding halted and my partner twisted onto his side. Remembering our routine, I settled on my right side, arm folded beneath me. I turned my head, knocking my headphones. Deafening pulses jarred me while I struggled to restore them.“Okay?”I nodded and we were off again. Grasped from behind, hot flesh nosed my slit and slipped inside. My pussy squelched. *My first meeting. Then she swung her leg over him and kneeling on the bed she began to lick up the mixed juices coating his cock and balls! When she had him clean and saw that he wasn’t coming right back hard, she decided to cuddle with him for a bit, then she remember she didn’t know his name.“By the way, what is your name?”“James, but I go by Jimmy, your first name, or do I just call you Mrs. Jackson?”“Jane, please and I am hoping you can stay so we can see if that beautiful cock of yours can unclog another. ”“What kind of girls do have wet panties, Sara, before eight o’clock in the morning for no reason?”She bit her lip, then said, “Filthy fucking cunts, Master.”I nodded. “And…?”“That makes me a filthy, fucking cunt, Master.”“And…?”“Filthy, fucking cunts should be punished.”“Do you want me to punish you, Sara, for being a filthy, fucking cunt?”She closed her eyes and moaned, then whispered, “Yes, please, Master. Please punish me.”I nodded. “As you wish. But we have some other things to attend to.