As the dominant in our relationship, Kevin had been making the arrangements — but I wanted to do it my way. Kevin was annoyed, even hurt, saying tha... I didn't trust him. Eventually, I'd accepted his plans, saying, "Sorry, Master," and adding something about being punished. He'd arranged this hotel date: for a makeup session, or so I thought.Now, looking at his serious expression, I told him in a quiet tone, "I was joking, Kevin." I didn't think he'd taken me seriously. The sight of those. He introduced himself and asked a few of the normal doctor type questions. When he was finished he asked me to lie down and to put my legs into the stirrups. Once a gain I reluctantly did as instructed. While I'll spare you the details of what happened next, I will say that about forty five minutes later I walked out of that office feeling rather violated. Not that the doctor did anything inappropriate or anything. I just don't think I'm going to be in a hurry to go through that again.(And I. She was definitely there, though. She didn’t disappoint at all. In fact, she showed up in her smoking hot best, a black, a very short, tight, and low cut dress, “fuck me” pumps, and sheer stockings for some reason. I wasn’t sure why she did that last part, but I had the distinct feeling that she had more surprises waiting for me under that dress.Of course, I didn’t present myself immediately, watching to see her reaction when at first I wasn’t visible. She looked very impatient and started. . Fist fuck me, my breath ragged, my eyes rolling, my voice, it sounds like someone else. Someone you know, but don't see very often, someone whom no matter how long since you've spoken, you can pick up where you left off, as if it were yesterday. Someone you won't forget. You oblige of course! You give it to me so savagely that either I'm squirting or pissing all over you, spraying you where exit gaps will allow. Your frenzy encouraged by my closed eyes. You know I close my eyes right before I.