She stood up and with a smile said the hell with the rubbers just keep shooting your loads in me and I will be a happy camper. We got out coffee and w...nt back into the living room. We sat them down on the coffee table and she bent down to pick up her gown, as she did so I could see a mix of sperm and juice run down her leg. Are you going to take a shower before they come home I asked her. With a smile on her face she said fuck no I want to keep your sperm inside me as long as I can. What about. I sometimes have a picture of him in my mind when He is 70, tanned and grinning with a sparkle in his eye holding my hand in a beach bar somewhere warm and knowing that his wife has been wearing his chains for over 30 years. I can submit control fully because I trust that He will protect our vanilla identities carefully at all times even when sharing me with others, virtually with images and video footage of me and email exchanges or physically in sessions. > > I am not a slave. Slaves are not. I turned her to face the hard pulsing stream of warm water and slid my hand to her shapely mound, my other found its way down the crack of her ass and began to rub circles around her sphincter. She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall of the shower, the water beat down on her lower back just below her tail bone as she parted her legs for me to continue my advances. She flinched as I pushed the tip of my index finger into her tight poop shoot, it was way too dry to go farther, so I. "Having fun." was the only answer I could come up with.Back on the patio a couple of minutes later with a fresh bottle of wine. Robbie told me that he needed to use the restroom. Grabbing his shorts, I jokingly refused to give them to him."Fine!" he said as he got up completely exposing himself to me and exiting the hot tub before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. "Happy now?" he asked."As a matter of fact, I am." I laughed as I threw him his shorts."What's the point now?.