" We both sit patiently as Master takes his time crossing the room. I can feel his eyes on us though I don’t dare look. My heart is beating so fast!...I notice he pauses as he gets close to Andrena and takes his time looking her over. She is still and patient as am I. We don't dare move until we hear our next instruction. Master walks over closer and I feel what I have waited on for so long. He reaches out slowly and gives me just a pat on my head and a caress to let me know I have chosen well.. I didn’t want to be imagining myself having sex with someone else. I wanted to have hot steamy sex with my husband. I wanted him to press me against my car or a wall or anything for that matter. I wanted him to finger me in a parking lot. I reached for my phone and sent him the following text:Babe, we need to talk. I want to have sex. Rough sex. I want to fuck, not make love. I want it every night. I love you and I want you to fuck me.This led to about an hour of back and forth text messages.. Sorry, I just couldn’t control it. The Good Samaritan had lifted her leg and Julie’s hairy pussy gaped. I made conversation with his lady, trying to get my mind out of the gutter.The couple looked like seasoned naturists, deep tans with no signs of white bits. I'd say they were in their sixties, probably retired. "Your wife's slightly sprained her ankle,” he said. “She needs an icepack.” I told him how far we had to walk and the lady said, "Come to our beach house. It’s only two minutes away. ". "Are we ready to continue, young lady?" said Melissa, getting up andwalking over to him and touching his hair. "The first side looks prett,but we've got so much fun planned honey, so I hope you won't dillydally too much."He shook his head no, nervously standing up again straight and then shewalked past him as he heard her open the night stand drawer. As she wasfumbling through some items as he couldn't bare to see her take outanother thing she could use on him, closing his eyes."Open wide, and.