Mistress tightly bound me to the fuck bench and then proceeded to open me up. I felt a cold stream of lube running down between my ass cheeks , then M...stress started by inserting a finger , then two and then three into my hole. After a short while Mistress stopped and went off for a brief moment only to return with a thick black strapon firmly attached to a harness around her waist. Mistress grasped the phallus in her hand and held it upwards towards my face. "start licking" , i was ordered ,. I couldn't help myself, you're just gorgeous, and I'm lonely. I'm sorry I shouldn't have." It's okay, I know you're lonely. I just don't want you to regret it later." I wouldn't have." He paused, "Maybe we could go slow, and start dating, but the whole thing might just weird, but I just want you. There's something about you, and I feel like we've been dating this year you've lived here, we know each other so well."Megan kissed him back, and said, "Let's just take it one step at a time. I agree. When I was with her, I felt like I could never want for anything else. Her touch was reassuring. Her kisses electric. When she smiled at me, my heart melted. She was strong and self-assured. Yet she feared relationships. Because of her disease, she feared emotional intimacy and commitment.When I was twelve, my mother died in a car accident, and my father died when I was seventeen. Although my uncle took care of my brother, sister and I, a part of me longed for the security and safety of a. It was like a bubble. Like if we pressed together hard enough, we would merge again. It was nice to know it wouldn't take much, but I wondered what use it could be. It seemed like such a useless ability. Granted, it had allowed us to share a passionate encounter in a way far beyond anyone could claim. I wondered if my parents had shared something like that. Somehow, that thought only made me realize one other thing. Nadia and I had just, once again, had unprotected sex.The look on my face must.