I was already hard from earlier and wanted to do something. I didn't want to wake her so I figured I would just stroke my dick in front of her and whe... I was about to cum I would go to the restroom, bust in a tissue and go to bed.Well I got to stroking and it was feeling so good that I started to get daring, I would touch the tip of my dick to her lips and when she would move I would back away. I did that a few times then one time when she moved, she slightly opened her mouth and began to. Suddenly, unsummoned, Allison's face came into my mind again, the way it looked when she shot me that meaningful glance the day before, and I heard her voice in my head."Yes, wait a minute," it seemed to say. "Too fast," Can we play another game," Donna asked. "What if I was like in your power, you know, like I had to do everything you said and you could do anything you wanted to me? Like I couldn't resist? Would you do that with me?" You mean you want me to be like your master, and you're like. Come on, hurt me!" If that's how you want it, it'll be a pleasure!" He grasped her hips firmly and thrust his hips forward. The first of many harsh pains tore through her as his prick-head was forced into the tight ring of her anus. He thrust again and his prick-head burst past the ring. Her opening was still being stretched horribly wide by his shaft. He thrust again, and this time launched into her balls-deep, with his prick-head far up into her bowels."Aaiiee!" she screamed, but she felt. Stan had managed to get tickets for "The Phantom of the Opera" at Her Majesty's Theatre, Haymarket, — it was Denise's first West End Musical."Are you sure I'll like this, Stan? I mean, musicals aren't really my scene," she told him on the drive into London."Oh, yes, you'll love it!" Anne replied before Stan could answer. "There's something about live musical theatre. I just love it. And it's not as if you don't like the songs — You've been humming "Phantom" for weeks now." Yes, but that's.