Our masks were on and our dress as before, with the masquerade in full swing. He came up to my back and whispered into my ear, ‘I want you from behi...d.’ When I turned to reply to him, he smiled and walked away. My memory was faded as he slid into me, easier now and ready for his power. I bent over on all fours to take him in me and to guide his length to that sweet spot inside that only he can reach, that only he knows how to. His hard skin rubs back and forth over that once cherry area inside. I watch three sets of competent hands exploring underneath my hood. I slip down in my seat, so I can see more of them, and hide my roaming hands beneath the steering column. Probing hands. Stiff rods. Dirty sex. The engine becomes my body. Three work me to fulfill my needs. In my mind's eye, the filthy, dirty men unite between my legs to make me cum. I give myself over to my fantasy. My legs start to quiver, signaling my nearing orgasm. Oh my goodness!"Ma'am. Ma'am," a voice says, while his. Greyson took my hand into his and looked me in the eyes, “Celeste, I love that you want to experiment with me, and indulge my dominant side. I think it takes a very strong woman to do that, but I want you to know that being my submissive isn’t just for me; it is for you too. I want us both to get enjoyment out of it. It won’t always be easy, I plan to test your limits, but it is to only enhance the pleasure of our dom/sub experience.” I was both excited and scared to try something that so many. Just some of the time," she said a little defensively. "I just think a lot." Maybe you do, but you were daydreaming. I can't look out for you forever." I never asked you to." I know that, but you need somebody to watch out for you. I worry that you'll just walk out into traffic one day." I wouldn't do that." You might, and that's what bothers me."After supper that night, Mark Compton, the father of the two girls and their two older brothers got up to answer the phone. After ten minutes, he.