Not realizing what I was doing, I reached for her legs and placed my hands high on her thighs where her skirt fell. My head snapped to the side before...I felt the sting of her slap on my face, forcing a small groan to escape through my gritted teeth. “I didn’t say you could touch any of me you little fuck,” she snapped at me. Her fingers were now working three at a time in and out of her pussy while her other hand returned behind her for balance. “Then what am I doing here?,” I asked I. I told him to fuck her hard. He did. She was shouting, ‘Yes, oh yes, oh gawd yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard and then let out this long guttural moan and scream at the same time as her orgasm was heightened. I told her, “don’t stop, keep that orgasm going!” – which she did for a good while longer. He just continued to pound into her. He slowed down, because I was fondling his balls from behind, and then started thrusting into her again. I listened to his body slapping against hers as he. My arse was unquestioningly his. My boi cunt was soft and surrendered. He doesn’t like the term boy ?cunt? for he is all Gay and likes a boy to be a boy. And how I like to be His boy and feel Him opening my boi hole for his pleasure. But I cannot help but think my limp little cock is His clitoris and needs to be teased contemptuously. He said in another connection that I like verbal abuse as well as physical (ab)use. It cannot be physical abuse for I give myself so willingly and hungrily. I. As usual, I stuffed myself on lobster, while Thomas had a fillet of salmon. Both of us were a little jittery, but for reasons neither of us expected in the other. As dessert and coffee was served, Thomas reached across he table and took my hand. If I live to be 100, I will remember what he said next;"Beloved, you've been a part of my life for so many years. You came to me as a child, and returned to me as so much more. I can't begin to tell you how you have enriched my life." He paused a moment.