We were wearing sneakers, shorts, and tee shirts. Mine were tighter than Robby's were. The two people approaching us on horseback were a man and a wom...n. They were good-looking people though both looked to be in their mid to late forties. The woman was Hispanic and still very attractive.I couldn't resist it. "Arnold and Maria Ralston, I presume?"They looked shocked and nodded slowly. "I am Janice Cook-Thomas-Sullivan and he is Robby, one of my husbands. We're glad to meet you in person."The. "fuck that ass." "fuck that ass." fuck that ass." Oh no, what have I gotten myself into? My fantasy of complete submission was out of control. I had a strong sense of danger.Hands.Strong hands grabbed my ass forcefully pulling my cheeks apart exposing my vulnerability. I felt a slippery hardness probing searching for my weakness. I wanted to say be gentle but my ball-gag prevented any communication at all.The chanting continued over and over."fuck that ass."A powerful jab into my ass. I did not want him to know my sluttiness. So I immediately blocked him on Facebook.Mani tried to reach me through Instagram and LinkedIn. I blocked him there too. My body was craving badly to be pleasured. I came across the story of Madhan. I messaged him through Telegram. We chatted, and I told my secrecy requirement, anonymity, and no strings.Madhan was a tall and fit guy. I liked his stories, especially the way he satisfies women.The unforgettable day: I dressed to kill, with a strong. He wasn't aware of her presence until she slipped to her knees and engulfed his cock in her mouth."Nina!" he sputtered. She of course made no reply, since her mouth was full."Oh damn, I've got shampoo in my eyes."Nina would have giggled if she could have. Angel bounced back and forth from one foot to the other as he attempted to flush his eyes. Unplanned though they were, those gyrations worked just as well as if he had been deliberately plunging his rapidly stiffening member in and out of.