Rubbing my hand over your heated ass, I whisper, “Are you going to cum when I tell you this time?”“Yes,” you whimper, pouting a little. I go b...ck to the nightstand and lube up the anal plug and return with it and the wand. It looks as if you will bite your lower lip off this time. Your eyes never leave the intimidating-looking anal plug. Temporarily dropping the wand, I spread your wet juices from your lips to coat your tight little asshole. Your body once again jumps as I slide a finger in and. " She rolled to his side of the bed, savoring the scent left on his pillow.She hated fishing season. Hell, it had gotten to the point that she hated fish all together. Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up. Her six packs were hard and you could pack a coin offit. Her legs were strong as an Ox, and she had two huge breasts with nipplesas pointy as knives. She was aggressive and intimidating. He was nervousaround her but she also found her sexy.He had to hide his erection every time he saw her and spends nights jerkingoff thinking about her. What he didn't know is she was also a dominatrix thatwent out and had men pay her to dominate and humiliate them. It was a job sheloved. One day she went away.. I was impatient, I found the opening, my fingers going in and pulling him out. I closed my fingers round him and smiled I was sure I felt him move. I grinned wider he was definitely moving?growing in my hand. He felt hot, he felt bigger than I imagined, then the next surprise, I had assumed being American he was circumcised, but no my thumb and finger was stroking his foreskin. ? Do you trust me Mona?. Of course I didn’t, this was the first time I had ever met him. But my mouth said, ?yes of.