"But, don't worry. Everything we did was oral or anal. One of the rules was 'N-P-P' (No pussy penetration). But, my tongue is probably about two inche... longer now. It's much more talented now, too. Don't worry. Neither one of us got fucked in our cunts." You poor baby," I reply. "You've never been fucked? Maybe we'll have to change that soon." Promises. Promises. Promises," she replies. "Maybe I can get Charlie to be my first." '"You say you're sure you're a bisexual submissive," I state. "How. ..and thought that was it.Then on the Friday he messages me again saying he'd like to see me on Sunday but would have to meet at his work as his wife was home. He worked in removals and the yard was in an industrial park down by the river. He said he had the keys to the yard and no one else would be there. There were a couple of portacabins, one of which had a sofa. I said ok I'd go along. I didn't feel so nervous this time, in fact I was quite looking forward to it. He was in the yard when I. I want to see your grin as you greet me, the twinkle in your eyes and the bulge in your trousers as you stand and adjust the camera. I don't want chit-chat and "how was your day?"s, or countless flirtations and mutual ego-stroking.I want cock-stroking.So undo your belt and pull down your trousers. Get out your cock, and show me your meat. Are you hard, lad? Oh yes, nicely firming, growing and darkening, turgid and hot. Show me how you want it. Maybe I'll learn, and when we meet, I'll fuck you. Her puckered hole stared up at me, and winked at me with each thrust of my shaft. God, I loved to fuck her in the ass. Maybe, despite her directive about no anal sex, I’d just see if she was interested in a little anal play. I wet my finger and just touched her asshole. Whether it was from the pleasure she experienced from my finger on her asshole, or the unexpected touch, or both, Sarah’s body jerked. She said nothing,other than a long, low deep moan of pleasure. I ran the tip of my finger.