“Ready to get fucked, Miranda?” Hank offered? “Ohhh, god yes!” I moaned, barely able to form words. With that, he slammed his entire dick in...o me and triggered another orgasm. My world exploded as he drove his cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy. It felt like he was hitting spots I didn’t know existed inside me. This stocky little nerd was fucking the daylights out of me. After a few minutes, he pulled out, laid back, and told me to get on top. Needing to get the dick back inside me, I. A voice then whispered into my ear offering the single nastiest suggestion I'd ever heard of in my entire life, but you probably won't want to hear about what happened next.We got a very late start up to the cabin, in fact we never made it out of bed again until nearly noon on Saturday, and it was well into the afternoon when the three of us all piled into my truck with our supplies for the week and headed up into the hills where we reached my dad's remote mountain lakeside cabin around just. So its girdles for my little Brenda until I say differentunderstood?" Yes Mistress Emma. May I ask a question Mistress?" Yes Brenda you may."Why are you calling me Brenda, Mistress Emma?" Well Brenda, do men wear panties and girdles?" No Mistress." And who's panties and girdles are these?" Pointing to the package of mynew ones."Mine Mistress." Well then you must not be a real man so how can I call you a mans name?" But Mistress!" No buts you silly sissy girl. I have decided that you will be. .. what is this, exactly? What should I-”He felt her palm cradle his cheek as she pressed his face into the nape of her neck, her skin smooth and warm. Her other hand found his and guided it around her waist, easing him into a hug, encouraging him to sink his fingers into her doughy flesh. His face reddened as he felt the velvet-soft fat of her midriff beneath his digits, the subtle paunch of her belly and hips begging him to probe deeper. She was girthy enough that he would have struggled to.