This story is part real and part fiction/fantasy of mine.This story takes place when I was 23 years old I have always dreamt of being a bottom and get...ing fucked by a dominating top but never had the courage to meet a guy in real but would love to talk to chat with them have cam sessions as well as phone sex. I always liked to get dirty with my guys while talking to them like I was their own slut and they could use me in any way they wanted to but sometimes when guys use to ask me to meet in. She'd excuse herself to phone to the owners with the new offer. I love the game. "Wait here," she said her eyes narrowed as she went out to the car.Ten minutes later she was back. She had a bottle of wine in hand. "Sorry it's a little warm from the car, but we need to talk. Open this. It's Friday and you're my last appointment."I poured into two crystal stems from the owner's cabinet. It was an excellent Pinot Noir."Let's go upstairs," she said, her eyes now a darker indeterminate shade. "I. I bowed to her expertise. Jonathan helped me into the sandals. When he looked up, it was not at my face. Just playing at gay there, Jon? I shook off the thought and donned the white opera gloves. Francine pinned on the old and blue broach. Then she pulled out a pair of emerald earrings. My first instinct was to decline, but it was her moment and I refused to ruin it.They took many pictures. Francine and Christine bridesmaid's dresses were adorable. Just before I asked someone to fetch Siobhan,. The look on your face says you've decided to have a little fun, and without warning you plunge in and start to play gently with my g-spot while running your thumb in cercils on my clit. My back arches and you laugh at my eager reaction even though I can barely move. "Ok my pet," you say gentaly "Let's get you cleaned up shall we. First out with the egg." You stick your fingers in and I find it extreamly hard to sit still so you can get you fingers around it. I moan and writh with pleasure and.