I had had an empty pussy for eighteen years.But no more. Having once tasted how it felt full, I knew I'd never be content with it empty again.And quit... truthfully, I didn't really care what it was filled with. Cock was great. So was anything else that could get inside it. And I had the rest of my life to experiment to see just what would fit in it.When our bodies finally shuttered to a stop, Jason reached behind me and unfastened the leather bands and we curled up together atop the satin spread. Luckily the only thing that was important in there was my car keys and a little cash, as I didn't have my credit cards with me.As I couldn't drive my car without the keys, Brian had to drive me home. Martin must have heard the sports car, because he asked me who had driven me home when I got in. I just said one of the boys from the course. I didn't tell Martin what pub my bag was stolen from, well he didn't ask, he must have assumed it was the pub near the college.The following morning Martin. Don’t be coy – you know what I’m talking about. And of all times, when you’re out of town on business, so we’ll have to wait a few days to talk about it! Love, Sara That was the e-mail I sent to my boyfriend from work between meetings. Let me give you a little background, so you can catch up and understand my excitement! I’m in my early 30s, and have a successful career going as a counselor at the local college. My boyfriend, Jeremy, is in his early 40s (I’ve always been a sucker for the older. You will be mine to use, to abuse as I wish, when I wish and if you displease me I can and will sell you or maybe just give you away. It is only my decision, but if you learn your role well and behave you may make me value you sufficiently to keep you.’ This Master Geoff was so calm as he delineated my future. I was speechless, in shock. ‘This gentleman and his assistants are here to ensure that you will always know who you belong to me. If you just go with the flow, you will survive.’ My eyes.