She drew her knees to her chest and began to breathe deeply, trying to let the feeling pass. That was better. Close her eyes and let her body relax. M...ybe it was the waiting that was getting to her? That was always the boring part of her profession. The act itself was over quickly, in a heartbeat, but the waiting could be interminable. Still, it gave her time to think—about Antony, and that thick cock of his, about Yoko and her amazing lovemaking skills, about… A noise close by alerted her. It. It was hard not to notice her unique gait.Lissa Kemetirtan, who stood five foot eight, was faldu, like her birth mother, Frissa. But, unlike other faldu, Lissa did not bind her breasts, or have them surgically reduced. Quite the opposite. In open rebellion to tradition, she wore a bodice that actually accentuated her physical abnormality. To all who would criticize her poor taste, Lissa would reply that God had made her faldu, and she was not going to be ashamed of it. No one could argue with. ..especially with an experienced woman’s clenching and rippling muscles around firm young cock...Dean knew instantly what his cock was getting...exciting new unrealised pleasure and he took it all.God Dean was dogging her own mum...fuck...it was intense...Brenda’s eyes lured and fixed on her own mothers coochie cock trap...a pussy... any pussy she realised is so goddamn attractive being fucked...like just any erect cock is coveted when randiness overwhelms you... The squeals from her mum were. Leaning forward and down, kissing his feet, I gratefully accept his offer and a broad, leather-lined steel collar goes around my neck, snapping shut with a sound that actually makes me jump a little with nervousness.Four hours later, as I sob: ?Yes Master. At once Master? and slip my mouth over his absolutely perfect cockhead for the third time that evening, I realize ? not for the first time ? that I needn?t have worried. If anything he has proven better than I dared hope for. My balls are red.