Donna was tired of the whole bundle of shit.She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Donna. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted... and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Donna would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Donna would give as much as she received.Getting out of the tub, she fowled her slender body. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she padded naked. My legs were strapped to the legs of the horse and I felt some rope being tightened over my midsection and chest. My leather cock sheath was taken off for the first time. The cool breeze felt good running across my sweaty balls and cock. I felt a strap go across the base of my balls, securing them to the end of the horse. A chain was attached to the top of the hood and attached behind me, pulling my head up even further.Mistress removed my gag only to return with another one. This one was a. ” “Well, my loved mamma, do you remember the first Saturday night that Charlie and I slept at home: after retiring to my room, I was obliged to go downstairs to the water closet, where I went in my stockings, and without a light, not to disturb you. I was coming up again, when a sudden flash of light shone out in the upper passage.Mounting the stairs, and when my head was on a level with the upper floor, I saw you going towards Charlie’s room. I went into my own, but left the door open to see. My cock is slightly below average in length and girth. Usually when I'm fucking her, I can feel the walls of her vagina, if somewhat barely.However, when Patty gets really excited and her hairy pussy becomes mushy wet, I lose all friction. At that point, reaching down between us with one hand, my wife will grasp my cock to squeeze it tight while I hump her or she'll jack me off in her pussy. She'll do the same thing to give me a quickie prior to bedtime when I'm horny and she's not in the mood..