? I had been working on this and was finally able to put it into words.? This is part story, fear of the unknown, fear of the past, part dance, fantas..., and a bit of wishful thinking as the idea of becoming what many have said is my true spirit is very appealing to me.This is only my second time submitting something out into the public realm so please keep that in mind when submitting a review. As you come along with me into my journey not only into BDSM but into my exploration into writing as. He cradles my face in his hands and gently brushes his tongue against my lips. I open them eagerly, engulfing his mouth with my tongue. "I have missed you so much" he says. "I missed you too". My nipples are getting hard and my pussy is pulsing, aching, waiting for him to touch me. He lightly kisses my neck and ever so softly rubs my breasts. I can feel his huge, erect cock brushing against me. Oh how badly I want to feel it in me. "Are you ready to be my little whore for the day?" "Oh yes,. " He shrugged his broad shoulders. He stuck his hands in his pockets. They came back out empty. Starting to panic, he reached in both hip pockets and they came out empty. His billfold was gone. Bloody hell! He thought, panicked. He stared wildly around him, searching the sand for a sign of his property. Nothing..."You looking for this?" his new acquaintance asked him. She held up his lost billfold. "I had a hunch this was yours when This was laying on the floor in the bar. By the time I found. With a loud groan from her, I knew it was time for me to come into the bathroom. I walk into the bathroom with the video camera pointed at them as she devoured his college boy cock. He looked over at me in a helpless sort of way as if he was thinking about whether he wanted to be on video tape. I read his thoughts and said "If you want me to stop taking video, then I will, but if the video stops, then you stop doing my wife and we both go home." My wife took her mouth off of his cock and spit.