He was in his late 40's, tall, medium build with a nice 6.5 inch cut cock and it was thick. We then agreed on a date. Days leading up to the meet, we ...ould chat back and forth, both exchanging pics keeping us both excited for the meet. Chris said that he couldn't wait to deflower my tight boi pussy. This got me excited, my hungry little hole was ready. Chris messaged me his location the morning of, and I planned out my day around this schedule. This is it, I really am going to get fucked by a. Bye Bye." I look him in the eye and see his face looking guilty. "I couldn't tell her, not over the phone." "That's fine, you should keep her sweet anyway," I giggle. A halfsmile sweeps across his gorgeous face and, he pulls me close and begins to plant soft kisses on the inside of my neck. I appreciate his lips tracing down my body, he unclasps my bra and pulls it off my arms. His lips close around my now erect nipple, and I moan with excitement. He teases me with his tongue for a while and. I knelt on her bed and played with myself until I came! There was nothing to do with the little watery load so, I caught it in my hand then, just slurped it up and ate it. God…I was trembling all over after that! I could imagine Ron doing that to me and I think I became even more aroused. I tried on some other skirts, some dresses and spent a few hours looking at myself in her mirror. My hair wasn’t long but – if I brushed it just right – it looked more ‘girlish’. While I was playing, I became. "Suzanne let out a great sigh. "Yeah. That's the rub. I can't get my head around it either. I LIKE the language: 'master', 'slave', and so on. It's all so extreme. It shows the extreme intensity of my feelings for him: total love, total dedication, total devotion. And yet I hate it, because it IS so extreme. Imagine ... Suzanne Plummer - me - someone's slave! It's an outrage! It sounds so wrong! Even if I don't really mean 'slave' slave, like chained blacks in the South before the Civil War,.