Being as eager to take him as he was to be taken, I gently lowered myself onto him, enjoying the entire sensation of his cock easing inside me, loving...the feel of his large mushroomed head entering me with a "pop" before his throbbing shaft slid deep within me until I had taken him completely. Having engulfed his length, I sat up, taking a little more inside me, feeling it pressing against my insides.I held myself there for a moment, letting my arse get used to him again before he looked up at. A tendril of submission tugged at his heart and soul. This question and decision was not supposed to be about what the submissive wanted. It was not supposed to be about him at all. It was supposed to be about what they wanted. ‘What do you want Mistress?’ he heard himself ask Carol. ‘I want this very, very much, my beautiful slave’ she answered, looking deep into his eyes. He felt such a bond and connection to her that he thought he might faint, but he got control of himself again. ‘What do. "Will you quit staring and dry my back? We need to get dressed, because it's almost time for dinner. Sally will be knocking on the door again."I did as she asked, whispering in her ear that I could afford to miss a meal for a change, if she wanted to stay up here with me. The loud knock at the door put the quietus to that thought."Dad, is Kat in there with you? If she is, Myrna sent me up to tell both of you supper's almost ready. If you don't come down, she's gonna be mad at both of you.". As soon as I sat there, he placed a hand on my bare thigh, feeling my soft skin. “Better than being used as a masturbator at least,” I thought. “Raise your hands,” he said suddenly looking at me dead serious. Chuckles ran along in the backseat of the car and I was worried.“Wearing a crop top this short, if I raised my hands how would it look? First of all under what pretext would I raise my hands like this?” If you have read my second story you know how much these guys loved to see me with my.