“I agree entirely. I always enjoy it when Anita wakes me this way.” Gently he took the fingers directing his and moved them to her crotch. Now he ...egan directing her masturbation of her clitoris. Again, Caroline shuddered, this time making a small whimper as well. John left her fingers where they were and went back to manipulating Caroline’s pleasantly erect nipples.“Anita wakes you with a fuck?” asked a curious Caroline.“Well, not quite a fuck,” admitted John. “But Saturday or Sunday, she. ‘Tell me about it. Tell me how you fuck all the bottoms.’ The dom moaned as he felt Benjamin against his prostate. ‘Well, the last time was with a fem guy I met when I went dancing alone. He was slim, kind of twinkish. I had him host. His bedroom was a bit frilly. It had a four post bed with lace on the pillow cases.’ By now, Benjamin was ramming the man hard. He leaned down to growl in the dom’s ear. ‘I don’t need to know the decor. Just skip to the fucking.’ ‘Right. Sorry. I spread him out. But it didn't surprise me that she took so easily to the idea of banging some other guy so I could eat his come out of her.She called me up one night and wanted to know if I was doing anything special, because she wanted to get together later in the night. I asked her to come over then, but she said she was getting together with a girlfriend for dinner and would see me later. She showed up at my place around ten o'clock in the evening with a bottle of white and a bag of something good and. I sat by the window and, a thought came to mind. Soon I was daydreaming. It was the most vivid daydream I've ever had. I thought you might be interested in what it was about. It went something like this:I walked into the solitary tent, my steps muffled by the warm sand, wearing only an oversized white collar shirt; open and unbuttoned. My skin was moist from the heat of this desert-like place. The shirt clung to my breasts. I walked to a pole in the center of the tent and leaned my back against.