“Your not finished yet Guy; you’ve a bit more to do.”He stood beside me as knelt on the floor presenting my rear.“OK Guy, your next job is dog...y fashion. Can you do that for me?”“Yes Madam Margo.” came his reply.He was more confident, having had his first success.His rock hard cock slid into my cunt easily in from the rear as nature intended; allowing the male more physical control; his hands on my hips, making me feel more dominated.We were both enjoying this second fuck to the full and Guy. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but. “You’re right, my one night fucks just don’t do for me what you do.”“Mmm,” the blonde acknowledges.Danyelle guides her boss to lie back down, this time on her belly. Then the girl moves atop Beatrix, her breasts on her over’s back. Her hard nipples and toned body pin her boss to the cold floor. The stale air, cold floor and kisses and licks along Beatrix’s shoulders, neck and ears sends a chill throughout. The blonde claws lightly at the concrete, whimpering.The lovely brunette kisses her way. ' Danny was warming to his subject now and his listeners were wrapt. 'That's how easy it is for us, any of us, to fall prey to what they used to call 'the lusts of the flesh': jealousy, greed, and above all - sexual sin.' He faked a sheepish grin. 'Trust me, I know. I'm a guy.'The youth group members in the front rows all burst into laughter at Danny's cheekily honest flourish. Pastor Simmons would raise an eyebrow, he knew, but what the hell? The teens looked up to Danny; why shouldn't they.