Knowing that in that moment my Mistress was fucking my ass, stretching it with her strap-on cock, stimulating my prostate all the while humiliating me...for it that I was gonna cum not from doing the fucking but from being the getting fucked like a bitch. When I finished answering her question I noticed not only the devious look my Mistress gave me but I notice how hard I was, how my prostate ached to be fucked, but how my cock kept leaking pre-cum like a faucet. "Well my Slut that certainly was. This is not “the plan”, so much as this is “exactly how I am going to fuck you”.Exactly How I am Going To Fuck You.It’s not a long ride from my house to YVR, usually...up 99 into Richmond, follow the signs. Canadian drivers are dipshits (“hosers” in the local parlance, I believe), but at least they know which lane is the passing lane. Usually. Today they are all driving too slowly. But perhaps I am just unusually antsy. I’ve been unusually antsy all week as I’ve anticipated your arrival. . Pete said, "Now, spread your feet apart a bit."She complied, inching her feet apart until they were just a bit further than shoulder width apart. Pete could see her pink pussy lips poking out of her pubic mound. He reached his hand in and placed it completely over her sex. It was warm to the touch. Laura immediately closed her eyes and moaned faintly. Pete moved his hands in a small circle, and immediately could feel her feminine moisture."You're very wet, Laura, aren't you?"Her voice cracked a. The two of them were talking about Irana's touch. Barbara was dying to try it out. Cindy well knew the consequences."Tell you what. Why don't we do it to each other, simultaneously? Then you can both see it's effect upon another and know it's effect upon you." Cindy suggested.Susan rolled her eyes."Ah ... sure. I guess." Barbara said, innocently."Before you do that, kiss me tenderly once more. I have things to do, and you will be in no condition later." Susan said.Barbara had become quite.