I am now going to change the way I write this story because my life has changed. Mistress Maureen, the woman I met on “Lush”, now has been talking...to my wife via email. I have been commanded to now call both Maureen and my wife “Mistress”, and now they have new ideas for me. I talked to Mistress Maureen via IM on the Internet and she had me try to fondle my balls, which are still exposed. It made me grow hard and this was painful to me, since my little clitty is now in this plastic cage. So I. Close your legs. You need more don't you?" As she closed her legs around my cock, I brought my legs to the out side of hers, and begin slamming my cock in her wildly. In this position every thrust bore pressure on her clit and her ass. It is beyond anything she has ever felt before. She feels her first orgasm building, and surrendered to it. It broke hard and lasted a long time. When her body stopped convulsing, I lean in and bite the flesh at her shoulder blade. She cries out at the antithesis. Josephine’s father had decided after all his doubts and after a great deal of encouragement from her daughter to give a brief speech in which he wished the couple well. He hinted only obliquely that this had not really been the sort of marriage he’d expected for his bisexual daughter. Other speeches came from friends and colleagues, including Emma whose speech was the most professionally delivered and the most heartfelt. Soon both Charlotte and Josephine were slightly tipsy from all the. When little girls are scared, their pussies are so much tighter and wetter. Besides, youre pretty when youre crying. He rubs his thumb over your clit, and a little bit of humiliating excitement accompanies the awful, painful anguish. You close your eyes. David pounds away at you for a few more minutes and then fills you up with his hot, slippery cum. Go forth and multiply, he says with a chuckle, zipping his pants up. You have no idea what that means. Youre just glad hes done. He collapses on.