Another crossroads, princess. Decide.She continued looking at his cock, moved closer still, then hesitantly, reached for it. She paused midway, hand i... the air as if mustering up the courage. Then she quickly closed her hand around it and he marvelled at the sight of her small, pasty white freckled hand on his midnight black monster.She gently stroked the foreskin up and down while cupping the heavy head in the upstroke. She squeezed and twisted the thick shaft, watching as this action forced. .." Oh, oh, oh, I want to be free yeah, to feel the way I feel...." Man! I feel like a woman!"Diane and I were sat at the VIP table, centre stage, the best seats inthe house. The majority of those who had seats were now stood up, witha large number having left their tables to congregate together in thelarge open space at the foot of the stage. Everyone was singing along,totally in awe of Amanda."I get totally crazy, Can you feel it?" Come, come, come on baby," I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!!"Confetti. "You crave my big cock up your ass?" I asked energetically as I pulled."Yes, Mistress," my little maid answered meekly."You're a little sissy faggot, aren't you?" I asked mockingly as Ipounded."Yes, Mistress," my little maid answered sadly."You want to suck real cocks, don't you?" I asked teasingly as I pulled.Silence.Like a stallion, I rammed my strap-on frenetically up his submissive doggyass. Harder and faster I pounded and pulled. I grabbed his hips andslammed him until his balls grew numb. And loving it.Barry’s turn:We made it through the week. My first week of marriage to Jessica. Our work schedules mostly match. She does a 10 AM - 6 PM thing, I do 7:30 to 4:30 and that means that I get home and start something for dinner.In the days of Barry living alone, I was prone to quick one-dish meals, sometimes soups, or any of a dozen quick pasta dishes. I kept olive oil, garlic, parmesan cheese, half a ton of pasta (okay, small exaggeration) and such. I mentioned such things to.