He felt like a trunk. So huge, so big, spreading and stretching my pussy, while it desperately tried to unclench, but it couldn’t. It kept holding o... tight to him, reluctant to let go. And then he started getting in and out. Penetrating me over and over. My moans turned into screams of pleasure. I kept calling his name, unable to believe he is doing this to me. And each time he slid his cock in and out, I kept thinking of what we’re doing and who I am doing it with and my body kept grinding. We enter the dimly lit room. Candles flicker in all corners of the room, and the sweet smell of jasmine fills the air. At the foot of the king sized bed, sits a kitchen chair, and a pair of leopard skinned handcuffs. I say, "well now... and just what do you have in mind?" After a long deep kiss, you say, "after last week's amazing orgasm you gave me, where you teased me so long and brought me to new heights producing the most amazing orgasm ever, I thought I'd return the favor." You begin. It was very pretty."The other thing Kay said..." I paused. I wasn't exactly sure how to go about this, so I blundered on. "She said that you're submissive?" It ended as a question.Anna cocked her head and stared at her empty wine glass. I refilled it as she prepared to speak. "Yes. For the purposes of our conversation, yes I am." What does that mean?" I asked confused at her strange answer."Well. I'm an unrealized submissive, I guess." She paused again and tried to gather her thoughts. "I have. Yes, I can.’ ‘All right, tell me everything from start to finish.’ Kitty pulled a chair over toward Moe’s bed and sat. Her trim, nyloned leg slid down over her other leg as smooth as a shot of George Dickel. She began to talk, and Moe let her go without interruption. Everyone liked catching a thrill, and for Kitty it was anonymous dancing. At her husband’s Flamingo’s there were too many eyes on the lookout, with plenty of creeps willing to tell Dutch anything and everything. So she began.