No one else sees that side. Only him. I am his to control and his to own. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows when I need it. As we expl...re our Dom/Sub roles, the limits have expanded to our unique situation. I am married, but take my commands from my Dom. He decides when and how I fuck my husband. This morning, I reported the completion of my task in story form...for what I thought was my Dom's eyes only. His next instructions were for me to post it. I do what I'm told. Enjoy! I. Vi loved having me suck her boobs. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I did it. Soon, I felt her hand on my crotch. I was sure that I was going to get to fuck her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy and slipped a finger into her tight wet hole and finger fucked her. She moved her hips to match my strokes. I told her to wait a minute while I got a rubber but she stopped me. I know rubbers can break and I dont want to take any chances on getting pregnant. It would just kill my parents. Ill. My hair was pissing me off so I...um, well I just shaved itoff...I not some girl so I wouldn't know how to shave my legs right." Amanda replied, "You know Jessie, lots of men shave their bodies. Look atswimmers for instance. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You should do itright though like grandma said. Shaving gel really helps and we reallyshould put some lotion on those legs to help with that razor burn." They are kind of sore now that you mention it." With that Susan ran tothe bathroom and. I succumbed to the lust filled moment, lost in my fantasy world of deprived lust. My knees became weak as they held me up against the wall and patiently proceeded to explore my neck,nipples and upper chest with their lips, tongue and teeth. My fear turned slowly into deprived brazen lust, what ever they wanted I was willing to surrender myself to them. My body was betraying me and trembling with each touch of their tongues, I stroked and pumped their manhood ever so possessively as if to say.