Tonight he was mine."You look fantastic," he said as he surveyed my body. I think I actually blushed. "Thank you," I said, "So do you." I sat down and...pulled on my high heels, being sure that as I did he was able to look up under my skirt to my thighs and possibly beyond.The dinner was wonderful. The talk and the champagne flowed. I found myself getting rather giddy, from a combination of sexual tension and the drinks. It felt wonderful. After we finished, we went into the lounge and found a. The air reverberated with the sound of his palm hitting those plump cheeks, and she stayed still as he spanked her, her shame keeping her firmly in place. Tears were clouding her eyes, streaking her face. He stopped and admired how red her skin was where he'd struck her, the imprint of his fingers tattooing his claim on her flesh. He knelt behind her and took his cock into his hand, stroking absently. Her knees were parted, her achingly swollen sex peering out at him from between her reddened. He did as i asked and soon he entered his hard cock into my wet pussy, putting my legs over his shoulders and fucked me hard. He pounded back and forth into me, giving me great pleasure from a rough hard fuck. After a while he pulled out and then entered two of his fingers into me. He curved his fingers towards my g spot and then finger fucked me. I was soon moaning once more from the pleasure and my pussy soon tightened around his fingers and my body tensed up as my man brought me to orgasm. And I'm still not sleeping. I've tried reading an old college text book I had lying around but that just served to occupy my brain. It was fascinating re-reading through all the old notes I'd made, old concepts long forgotten. But this wasn't helping. My clock says 3:02am. I'm not bored.I need to sleep. Maybe I can exhaust myself. My thoughts turn to the new object in my bedside drawers. It only arrived last week and it's made quite an impression. And there was that video I watched only last.