Gay men and straight men have the same configuration of nerve endings after all. What feels good, feels good.But, of course, it went beyond nerve endi...gs and sensations. I was no longer solely the top. I was now figuratively and literally the bottom. I was submitting and I was amazed to learn how much I enjoyed the total surrender I felt when Cindy was slamming my ass with a rubber cock. She was in total control and I loved it. The odd and wonderful thing was that my submission didn't so much. As amelia started again & then kirsty. To stop my pleading Mistress had gagged me with my soiled panties. Preferring the sound of to my muffled pretty sobs. Then Mistress had lifted my eyes from her feet, raising my chin with her finger, Or was it the tab of her whip, I was rapture I don?t remember, into hers & simply touched me once gently between my legs. I had exploded in helpless multiple orgasm. She pushed my lips back down to her feet & permitted me to kiss them gratefully as I shuddered. At that time there was nothing we could say. We had been caught in the act. Ken began to appologize, saying that he had called but Wes must not have gotten the message. Still, he said, he should have just left and returned later. Still on the pool table, naked and with Wes's cock still in my pussy, we accepted his appology but were left wondering what the next step would be. Even as he spoke Ken's hand was still around his crotch area. He had been rubbing himself as he watched us. Neither Wes. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for counseling. The woman was having an affair with a young man in.