She turned to Boratus. “Looks like she still needs some work, Master.”Boratus, who had been quietly watching the interaction, nodded. “Looks lik.... She’s still partly in fantasy. She believes at one level that she’s mine completely, but at deeper levels she’s still not there.”“But I am yours, Master, mind, body, and soul,” Katie argued.“Would you fuck a random guy I brought in here?” Master asked.“I … uh … would you really do that?” Katie asked.“Would you wander down the neighbourhood naked for. A community which she happened to live right alongside.Over the next few weeks each time her going to the gym is brought up in conversation she tells me that yet another guy has hit on her at the gym. She makes it sound like an annoyance to her but it's increasingly making me more frustrated. I start saying things like "I bet they can't stop staring when you're doing your squats" and "Of course they hit on you I bet they love English girls". All of which she'd shrug off but still she'd mention. Now, I cum in my wife‘s cunt, so I don‘t see how much there is.”He was fully erect and I quickened my strokes with my right hand. My left hand hefted his nuts and fondled and caressed them. He was into it wholeheartedly. His hips jerked back and forth. He was breathing rapidly and moaning.I lessened my strokes somewhat, but his thrusting hips continued at a fast pace.With a mighty gasp, he ejaculated! The first and second cum squirts shot across the floor. Subsequent shots lessened in distance.. We had a great sail, the weather was good and we enjoyedourselves completely.One strange thing was that Jenny complained about tenderness in her boobsall the way through July and August. Jenny had been blessed by the boobfairy quite young and had settled as a very pretty B cup by the time shewas fifteen. All of a sudden at the age of twenty one she was starting tofind her bras uncomfortable. When we got back to Exeter at the start ofSeptember, she went for a fitting and found that she was now a.