Eventually he bound her to the bed, blindfolded her and penetrated her with various toys. “Why does she call him master?” asked Deni, as she gentl... played with her pussy.“Because he is her master, he controls every aspect of her sexuality”“Oh wow!” she said, seemingly impressed by the nature of that relationship, “does that mean you’re my master, like... I have a husband and a master?”I chuckled, I guess in a way, I was acting as her master, although our relationship was much more complex; we. Your dick is amazing! I love having it in my mouth.” After about five minutes, Paul did something different. He stood up and grabbed me by the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. It was incredible! First, by him standing up, my posture was more vertical, which allowed the wig hair to drop off and away from my face – no more hair in my mouth! Second, the submissiveness of allowing him to fuck my face and shove his cock into my throat was an incredible feeling. He would slowly pull my. A few days later my Aunt stopped by my house on her lunch break. As we talked she told me she was having fun sending the pictures back and forth, it made her feel young and attractive but to let anybody ever know or see them. A week later my Aunt sent another photo. "Here it is from a different angle. Hope you like! smiley face emoji." The photo was my Aunt pussy from the back, she was bent over and she had spread her lips again showing her wet hole. So I responded with a photo showing my cock. I did so. She turned the lights off and took her expensive dress off. The silhouette of her sexy, chocolate body had me precumming in my boxer briefs. She straddled me and I ran my hands across her fit, succulent body. I reached between her legs and felt her clitty. It surprised the shit out of me. It was just as big as mine and normally, that's a turn off for me. For some reason, it turned me on even more. She grabbed my hug, throbbing dick and I heard a gasp leave her mouth. I grabbed her.