I hear a soft moan come through with the music. With it, I gasp lightly."I want your legs slightly apart, your hands on your thighs, palms down. Relax...and listen to my voice and the music. Do you understand?"Although I have never done this, with him or anyone else in my life, I instantaneously answer, "Yes." Yes, what?" his voice stern.My heart races, scared but excited at the same time. I answer, "Yes Sir." Good girl. Do you trust me?" he asks."Yes Sir." And my head drops almost as an. " I replied."Do you masturbate?" Who doesn’t?" I replied almost immediately."Have you ever been eaten out?" she asked."No. And what the fuck is this, why am I being interviewed?" It’s for my website." she replied. She moved toward me. She removed her top. She had no bra. My heart started racing. I started getting wet. She pushed me and I fell on the bed. She was now on top of my legs. She moved toward me the way an angry cat does. Her face reached mine. She kissed me. And again her kiss wasn't. I then stand up slowly running my hands up the bag of my booted legs and grip and fondle my buns through the leather of my miniskirt. I can hear Dale breathing heavily behind me and casting my gaze over my shoulder I see that he has a hand gripping and fondling his cock through the tight leather of his shorts.I turn and approach him saying softly, "why don't you let me do that for you?"Dale looks a bit shocked at my bluntness as I approach him, and he asks about Tom. I reply, "don't worry about. My love. Out in the countryside, the autumn trees were burning in red, orange and yellow. Leaves were drifting in the wind or mouldering brown on the wet ground. We arrived at our cabin just as the sun went down. The wind was chilly, and the rain was still pouring down. We grabbed our bags and ran to the house. We got a bit wet while I fumbled to get the right key to open the door. Then finally we got indoors, and I turned the lights on. The cabin wasn’t big, just two rooms. A bedroom and a.