I was so full and squeezed tightly around them and buried my scream into Master’s shoulder as his cock bounced against the magical spot that had me ...quirting and digging my nails into the tops of his arms. The friend tightened and moaned in sharp bursts then leaned into me biting the back of my shoulder and exploded. My body trembled and shook as he filled me with spurt after spurt of flowing lava. The Beast’s hands tightened into fists in my hair as he thrust once and then again. When I. I remember in Switzerland meeting a 22 year old girl, Anya, at a club. She had a very cute face and a tall and curvy body. Shapely breasts with wide hips and a nice juicy ass to match. She was wearing a blouse with those sorts of sleeves that are more like fans or cut flaps so you can easily see her shoulders and underarms if you were looking. And I was looking. She had dark hair and through these fan sleeves (or whatever they're called) I saw even darker hair under her armpits. They looked. I stopped and let her calm down. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she implored. When I started with the vibrator again, I brushed it over her clit a couple of times and then went back to circling the swollen button. She arched her neck and back. “God, yes! That feels so good.” We went back and forth like this for quite some time, getting her near the edge, stopping, then bringing her back to the edge. Each time, it took a little less time to get her to the point of no return. Each time she begged. Goodbye.”I looked at the phone after she disconnected. Bit of a temper on that one. Then again, all chefs seemed a little flighty, to me.I got one more call the next week. “Any of your group Jewish? Or Muslim? If they are I’ll have to adjust the menu.”“Ms. Chen and her husband are Jewish, and Michael’s girlfriend follows Islam. With the exception of those two the rest of us will eat most anything in front of us.”“Thank you. See you next Sunday.” The phone went dead.Wow, she must still be.