I think that our sex life is becoming a problem as neither of us is getting what is needed and the friction is raising in every other aspects.We have ...tarted to argue over almost everything,if things do not improve we will not make it to our first anniversary.As last hope i suggest Andrea to talk ,together,to a marriage counsellor,she agrees and we fix an appointment.We are greeted by Naomi,a white,fit,around 45 year old lady who seat us on a comfortable lounge,next to each other.Naomi take a. His face seemed all wretched in agony. Okay, this is the sickest thing ever, but I got to say it. I enjoyed watching this. I couldn’t help myself. The feelings stirring in my body were incredible. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. My breathing had dried my mouth to the point where I couldn’t wet it again. My heartbeat was racing. I could feel my own heartbeat pounding inside of my head. I couldn’t even feel my legs. Something was happening in my body that I had never felt before.. They were totally oblivious to the world around them!Jane could feel her own orgasm mounting. Denying her own release, she pulled her fingers away, not wanting to miss a single moment of this hot display in the woods. Jane watched with envy as the woman’s hips bucked and she let out a primal scream as she exploded into her lover’s mouth. She continued to watch, expecting him to mount her, but instead he moved up to her breasts and drenched them with her own cum. Fuck that was hot! Jane wished. In marrying him, I wanted to turn myself over to him and let him take control over me. Nothing would make me happier. So, the wedding. Tomorrow. It was going to be unusual, as it was a combination wedding and commitment to subservience and the slave/master relationship. Together with several other couples who would observe, I was to turn myself over to Jason. He was to become, officially, my master. It was Friday and I was trying to get the final bits of work done before leaving on the.