We were in Amsterdam and we met a couple that we met years ago in New York at a club. The wife was also a sub. They too,us around the town and we went...by the red light windows. Our subs were dressed like some of the women behind the Windows however we were in very short skirts with fuck me hells and blouses without bras and both of us had our collars. We walked to a window that had a very beautiful female with long blonde hair and she was in nylons and garters and very tiny g string and a bra 2. " He stroked deeper. "Now! Now darling!" His command traveled on nerve endings at cyber speed from my pussy to my brain, where it started splintering me apart into a million pieces."Ah!!!" I fucked his fingers shamelessly. "Oh, fuck daddy!! Oh God... Jesus!" I came all over his fingers. He kept sawing at my pussy and I came and came and came screaming and moaning while he kept up the same rhythm. "Daddy, Daddy, oh God, Daddy! Ah!!! Nonono! Oh God! Yes!!" I was greedily taking every stroke he. Sarge also graciously accepted Marie Kelly into his abode, as a deliberate gesture to make Susan happy. It was the only way Marie would stay in the country until her sister's baby was born so Sarge willingly moved the two new mothers into his home in the city.A few months later Susan had her baby and it was one of the happiest moments of Sarge's life. He wouldn't let Susan or the baby out his sight and if he did it was only when he went to work. Sarge was constantly dreaming of ways to either. I can either let him fuck me, or have him rat me out for doing what I have done. I hang my head in shame. Mystery man: So, what shall it be, Victoria? I stare at the screen for the longest time. I re-read the last comment until it’s embedded into my brain. What shall it be, stupid girl? Yes, Vicky, you’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I sit up, and let my fingers linger over the keys. Me: When? Mystery man: Awe that’s my good girl. Tonight works for me, you free? Me: Do I even have a.