.. I was pretty rough on him.”She smiled.“You didn’t go easy on him at all then, did you?”“I couldn’t go easy on him, Liz. For a submissiv..., being pegged is about feeling your Domme’s power and control.”Her jaw dropped open. I could tell she was trying to wrap her mind around everything I was telling her. Liz was very sexually adventurous and she had obviously experienced many things. However, she seemed to know very little about the BDSM lifestyle.“There’s just so much to all of this. Where. " Dave smiled, not dropping his enthusiasm a bit, "And I came up with this great idea. I mean, really great idea. I think you're gonna like it."John had an idea where this was headed, and wished it wasn't the case, and that the great idea was a custom pair of gloves or something."You... can become a mascot!" he beamed, "Like, actually! The actual mascot for the Red Cross!"John froze, his jaw hanging open and his ears drooping on either side."M-mascot?" he cried, "I- I- no! I can't do that, sir!. Her panting turned to cries of pleasure as I slid one hand from her ass cheek and pressed a finger against her ass hole.suddenly Mrs. Graph lost control. Her body began to tremble and I sensed her knees were growing weak. I could feel her pussy juices running freely from her pussy and onto my face. I continued to thrust my tongue in and out of her now sopping wet hole as my finger continued to lightly tease her ass hole."Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Mrs. Graph said over and over as she continued. Damn, Melvin never did me twice either. This time Jeff reached around and diddled my clit so we both got off together. After a few minutes of soaking, he kissed the back of my neck and gently extracted himself. Quickly dressing, he left.I let the sensations of what had just happened slowly fade away and got up to use the bathroom. I grabbed the turkey baster from the kitchen and flushed out Jeff’s cream after I peed. I looked at it floating in the toilet bowl. All those nice sperms. It was sad,.