Hair pulled back in a bun, thick-framed glasses and no make up, as she had appeared in the few photos' she had sent me.Whoa, what a knock out. Early t...enties, maybe 165cm in her bare feet but with the 10cm heels she looked much taller. Long dark hair that sort of covered one eye and hung down to her breasts, pale complexion, not Goth pale but a Canadian winter tan was how she described it later.Her pale complexion only made her lips stand out thanks to the red lipstick. Her eye shadow blended. This had an immediate effect on Pam who reached up higher from her wet entrance to her womanhood and flicked at her clit, which had been pushed upwards and out from his secretive hood. As I breathed in huge gulps of her smell I could hear Pam moaning at this sight.I of course also thought that should someone be watching us from the safety of her bedroom, then it would be very likely that she too would be getting excited at this sight.“I’ve never seen anyone do that before” said Pam, and I. I smiled to myself as I realized that one day she would break many hearts that would desire her but never have to opportunity to possess her. I was indeed fortunate to discover her.My hands traced down the side of her face and along her jaw line. I leaned in once more and kissed her lips softly, like a butterfly alighting on a flower. My lips moved down her chin and her throat as I drew her close in an embrace. No words had been spoken between us, but I needed to be sure of her intent and. Taking a break he checks up on me like he always does.. Making sure I am not hurt or in discomfort. I am thinking now how much have I gone? This is not what I thought I would ever get myself into when I first met him. What has he done to me? All I know is that I want more and more is what I will get. I give all my being to him, my devotion and my submission and he is always proud and pleased with me. I love when he tells me good girl I am proud of you. He hits my breasts again and again.