The problem is that it usually takes time to build that sort of relationship with a guy. Now I "want" to be treated like an animal, as often as po...sible. A male dog or a horse WILL instinctively know when a female is on "heat". There won't be any polite conversation or foreplay. Just being near the female will be enough to get his cock hard. The smell emanating from her cunt is so strong that he instinctively KNOWS that she needs to fuck, he can smell it! From now on, I want that as often. She did not let up. She tightened her hold on his left ball to keep him steady when she swung the stick, thumping into his right ball in that slow and measured way, half a minute between wacks now. She was relentless. She liked doing this. The power to to make him scream so wildly just by hitting that insignificant little testicle. At 40 she gave him a longer rest to recover his strength so he would fully appreciate the next lot. His body was shaking and contorted in spasms, He would calm down. But now I had the best of both worlds. I was wearing knickers, but knickers so skimpy that my cock and my 'knackers' hung out to be caressed by the soft gossamer touch of the slip, with my buttocks and flanks exposed to the same caress. Already I had to be careful that my pre-cum didn't stain the skirt of the slip. I lifted the skirt and sat on the bed - legs apart much as I'd seen my sister and my aunt sitting on the loo whilst masturbating except that, unlike my sister, I kept my knickers on,. Both knowing what that meant, he said "come home with me now"."What right now?" I replied. John said "yeh, lets make it a few hours together!"I said "but I've only just got in!" John moved closer and whispered in my ear "I want you Ruth, I want to taste you, kiss you all over, make love to you". He then stepped back, and made his way to the edge of the pool where he climbed out and stood in front of me.Looking up at him, I noticed his strong thighs, the tattoo on his shin. He had lovely abs,.