I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard. “You want to be fucked like a slut do you?” I said in the best angry voice I could muster. “I�...�ll fuck you like the whore you are. I’ll split your ass wide open you little wench.” My cock was now plowing in and out of Jan like a jackhammer. I had her hair in one hand and her tit in the other. “Oh fuck yeah. Pound my asshole you little dick motherfucker. Is that as hard as you can pound a tight ass?” Jan shot back. She now had one hand working on. She giggled.This all felt good. The temperature was just right - dry and toasty. The sweat covering her body made her feel slippery and sexy. She rubbed her legs together, they shimmied against each other as if oiled. Her crotch throbbed, the piss-ache and the fuck-feelings all blending into one. The heavy chain around her middle - part silvery, part greasy and black - cut gently into her belly-flesh like a tight belt. Even the feel of the chain was sexy. She'd had dreams about being chained up. Amy, only hearing half the conversation was literally bouncing to knowwhat I had been discussing especially as I was using her name."Oh," I said acting nonchalantly, "it's nothing really, I'll tell youlater."She took my shoulders and said to me, "You'll tell me now NicholaElizabeth McKinnon - or else I'll tickle you." You don't want to know," I started when she started tickling my Isquealed and screamed, totally female responses.Finally I could take no more. "Ok, Ok Amy, I'll tell you."She. It was curious to think that I was having this effect on a man. It was quite erotic.I placed one hand on his shoulder and he held the other. It was a standard waltzing stance but when the music played a slow dance the lights dimmed and he put my arms over his shoulders and his own slipped around my waist and onto my bottom. We were close and I began to have some doubts and wonder why I was not repelled. After all, I had a girl and was definitely not gay.The next dance was also slow and Sully.