"Not yet..." she laughs.You let out a very pained groan as the Mistress looks over to see your cock glistening at the tip. You hear Stana move away an... then the Mistress moans, chains rattling. Stana crosses back to you, the heels of her thigh boots clack clacking on the stone floor."Open your hand"You do as you are told and a small object with three buttons is placed in your hand."The Mistress deserves some fun. You hold the key to that - push the buttons to decide the vibe setting. There is a. It was a strictly homosexual oriented club, all other party-goers sticking to the more "traditional" establishments. But between the hours of 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. the club transformed. It, almost by magic, became a mixed club, frequented by equal percentage of strictly "straight" and homosexual clubbers.And that was our next stop.I had been there before, humoring Francie and a few of her friends on a previous weekend, but I wasn't sure if I was willing to wait, with Stacy still anxious for my. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples, until finally, his hand forced its way between my thighs and found my clitoris. Joe returned with the drinks and said, Lets go to the bedroom, where they both undressed and pushed me on the bed between them. That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Joe screwed me three times, and Mark screwed. She confided that she never had an orgasm.She only got fucked by her husband in her life. But it was not passionate and romantic. It was sex without any flavor. It was this that led her to read sex stories on ISS and our meeting. Since our conversation had reached its pinnacle, I asked her if she would like to have sex with me.She reached over, squeezed my hand slightly and replied that her husband was away on a business tour. She had decided that if she liked me she would definitely do the.