The idea of being dominated never crossed their minds. In fact, it was going to be the other way round, and I think they assumed that I knew that. I h...d no idea. As far as I was concerned, I was in charge. When I got to the host’s house, they were all there. Everything seemed fine, until I realised something. I don’t know why it took me so long to realise, but every single one of them was wearing bathrobes with a black face-mask. The door closed shut behind me and part of me wanted to open it. We've always been truthful, from the first time we wrote to each other. There has always been trust, from our first awkward phone call. I've felt I could tell you anything, and you've told me much, too. We've shared, and as our relationship has grown, we've come to love each other. In a way, I've felt that love was inevitable between us, and I've not been disappointed.At our table, we talked, we laughed, we swapped stories and opinions, we did all the fun things we do together on the phone.. ? Hishand massaged her arse and he told her to bend over his knee. Thatwas wrong, he had specifically asked that the slut be made to stand while hehad a good feel of her tits and rummaged in her knickers, making the slutrealise what she was, Someone selling their use of herbody for money, not that she is being paid a thing for this performance.? .? ?He was glad to see though he made her get herhead right down before attending to her bottom.?What he wasn't so happy about was that he only gave. Then her shock faded away immediately, and she was fascinated. There was something very exciting about the thought of watching the woman fuck herself on that strange saddle."If you want to," she said, softly.Maisy obviously wanted to. She kicked her boots off and squirmed out of her jeans. Her pussy was open and juicy. Marion stared at it in fascination. She was remembering how tasty her own cuntjuice had been when she licked it off the ram's prick, and how she had wondered what it would be.