“Nothing,” he responded. “Just curious, that’s all.” Sara stepped past him as she went to the kettle. “You like the cuckold stories then, ...o you?” It suddenly dawned on her that Brian may have deliberately set those bookmarks aside for her to look at. “They’re okay,” she responded. “I prefer the BDSM genre.” “Same thing in a way isn’t it? I mean, there’s an element of domination and submission in cuckolding; humiliation as well.” “I suppose,” Sara said as she filled the kettle. Brian moved to. She waited about a minute, and Tom felt her pussy muscles squeezing him. He started to rub her breasts to take her mind off of the exquisite feelings emanating from her. She looked behind her shoulder with lust in her eyes, looking deep into his eyes and telling him to fuck her. He did just that: moving his hands to her hips, he started to slide her small frame up and down on his shaft, going slow at first to let her get used to his cock. But soon the motions became faster, and they were. She said I'm going to shower you go in the den and wait for me. By the time she came in the den my erection had completely gone but as soon as I saw her it started back up. She had on a pair of coffee colored thigh high stockings , high heels and that's all. Her perky thirty four B cups must have been happy to see me because her nipples were rock hard. I stood up and offered my hardon to her. She took it in her right hand and squeezed it hard. Then as she started jacking me off she said your. ”Stephen looked at the red head. She was wearing a Notre Dame sweatshirt that was about two sizes too big and sweat pants. It was impossible to tell what she looked like under the baggy clothes. Outside of her hair color, she could have been Mel’s twin.He said, “Hello, Megan.”“Hello, Stephen,” Megan replied.Mel said, “Would you like to tell Stephen how you came to be here?”“Sure,” Megan said. “I’m graduating from Notre Dame this semester. I had applied to a couple of law schools and got.