" Things?" Dear, this party lasts most of the weekend. You'll need something practical to wear on your way home, and you'll want a hairbrush and a cou...le other necessities, sort of like what you take to a tennis match."Sammi nodded. "That makes sense." She took out the overnight bag she carried to tennis tournaments and threw a few things into it. She paused, judging how much she'd packed and how much more she might need. "I guess that's it." You don't need much," her mother replied. She gave. What is important to understand are two things: first, we will always talk about the things that we do together and your remarks will be heard and noted. Also, at any time, you can stop what you're doing if you're uncomfortable; second, I will be the Master and you will listen to my orders, not the other way around."Half an hour later, she typed him a message: "We are ready to serve, Master."Saturday night 8pm your home leave the door unlocked, when I arrive both of you are to be nakedwearing. I had been blessed (or cursed) with a cock that stretched the tape measure to 11.5 inches with a thickness that matched or exceeded most female wrist sizes.Mala had been up to the challenge - taking my cock into her mouth, pussy and finally in her ass.Amy tending to my now hard cock soon had me reminiscing about our one and only sexual encounter.About 15 months ago she had walked in on me doing some self-loving. I was still married to Dana at the time, and it was just before she caught me in. Both arms, then her head expanding my vulva, her beautiful, emotionless face distorted and squeezed, slippery wet as she swam deeper, breast-stroking her way towards my harshly pounding heart... There was pain somewhere, at the apex of her ever-lengthening thrusts. My tunnel was alive in every nerve, but almost slack around her thin arm. It allowed her to reach way back, under my cervix, working on that place Maggie had found that first phenomenal time in Harley Street. I was so lost in.