I know you didn't really want to, but I hope you found some pleasure in it."I gave her a kiss and we cuddled up. Then she said, "I loved the way you ...ucked my ass tonight. If you wake up in the middle of the night feel free to fuck it again. I don't care if you wake me."I was only 11:00pm, so I figured I might wake up and take her up on that. It had been so long since I had anal intercourse. I forgot how good it felt.About 3:00am, I woke up and Jan was lying on her left side. I had to pee. Firr jubb uskki sass baharr gayyi do dinn kke liye to usne mujje apnne garr bulla lliya meto khushi ke mare pagal ho gaya or jald hi taiyar ho ke pahunch gaya uskke garrr mene jakke dorrbell bajjaii usnne turant hi daravaza khola or welcome kaha usse dekhke hi meto behosh jaisa ho gaya vo nighty me hi thi orr usne brra bhi nahhi paheni this,mene use apnni baho me uthakke sofe pe patakk diyaa orr kiss karnne lagga. Vo bhi mere kapde nikkal nne laggi,orr mujje hard jaghh kkiss karnne laggiMenne. There was only one sender that ever sent such distinguished mail, and this was the time of year it would come. It was the invitation to their local BDSM club's annual charity ball.The ball and the slave auction (held earlier in the year - another story for another time) were the two charity events every year, which raised money for underprivileged and battered women and family shelters in the area. The ball was particularly well attended because of its unique dress code - black tie for doms and. I continued to the store, got what I was after and headed home. On the way home, I saw mister redhead again, heading back towards 10th street. We stopped at a red light he nodded and mentioned how much he liked my bike. The light turned and we both took off, him slightly out in front, me trying to keep my balance and follow. At the next light, he said he liked more than my bike. I answered it was a shame I couldn't see more of what he had under those jogging shorts, and if the upper was any.