” Does she really mean that? Am I dead? Is this heaven? “Come on everyone, we should get going,” Mr. Carcher says. We all follow him inside. As ...e enter the museum, everyone awes at its wonder. The entire place is like a maze of architecture. Each hall leads to a different type of architecture depending on the genre of the exhibit. As we approach the desk, Mr. Carcher gets us checked in. A tall blonde woman walks up to us with Mr. Carcher. She’s in a business suit and has her hair done up.. I tried consoling her, but did not try anything to take advantage or stuff .I did not have that kind of a mind-set. She said me that her husband does not understands her feelings and that she feels lonely at home , and also last night they had a fight and his husband has even slapped her hard. The way she was telling all this, a tear rolled down my eye too. I said I wish I could do something to help you. But let’s do one thing let’s spend the day together, you will feel good and even I will get. Initially, she was not ready but when I urged her she was ready. I applied gel on my dick and in doggy style slowly inserted my dick.It was not going at all, I tried many times but still couldn’t go and this made her cry with pain. For each push that I gave, she used to cry. I thought of stopping this but her curiosity was increased and now she wanted to have anal.I again applied gel on my dick and without inserting I played around her hole. Slowly, looking for a chance. I gave a direct push. “Yes Mistress”, I was still beating myself up a bit inside, and I felt like I really had been put in my place. The good thing is though that it did get my cock a little softer from the hardness it had from being in her hands, so that I could pee. With just a bit of brain coaxing I was able to get my stream going, and then it flowed freely as I urinated on my clothes. I could feel a passage of sorts with this ritual, it was amazing, she was in control and I felt it already. I did not.