Each time I think I can take no more, and each time you take me higher, until I can take no more and must join with you. You open to me and guide me i...to your moist heat. For a moment, we are still, simply reveling in the ecstasy of the moment. I can feel you enfolding me inside and out, until the urgency overcomes us. As we move together, skin sliding on skin, we kiss and feel our whole bodies trying to become as one. Up, up, up we rise, seemingly to reach and surpass heaven. Does your release. After I passed seventy-five, I didn’t get very many orgasms because I was too worried about making noise and alerting my husband or any other relatives about my terrible need for sex.When I was a young girl and in university, I had experimented with the usual sex things like multiple partners, a fling with some dark skinned males that seemed to enjoy my rear door more than my pussy and the odd female close friend that would give me oral support when I needed it the most.Now I suspect most of. We were followed by whatever media that could find a taxi or car with boom mikes and camera crew.The media and others were trying their best to get past my security men without success. Their screams of the rights of the press were ignored.The four of us walked to the first chair where I removed the hood. Speaking in Persian, ‘‘Say hello and good bye,’’ after allowing them a few minutes to talk. Most of which was on how they had been treated. I placed the hood back on and went to the next. As right now i am lying in my bed with a black thong and a cock ring on - instructed by my amazing mistress M to write a story about our encounter last week. prolog: mistress and i have made some bets on the championship of handball a few weeks ago and the wagers where possible acts and orders that we could indulge in... i won the big one and made my waager to be me being Master for a night. thats the story of the night as it happend.the days and weeks up to our meet where buzzing with.