It gave us time to talk every day to and from work. We became bestfriends, not just lovers or husband and wife. We could tell each otheranything that ...as on our minds without worrying about how each other wouldfeel. No subject was off limits and I would talk with her about women'sfashions, the latest hairdo's and so on and she would talk about the golfmatches and loved football season. She was a true Bear's fan and I a trueCubby fan. As I said, we were best friends.The company I worked for was. . he was neither Dom nor sub, but more of a voyeur about things sadomasochistic in nature, preferring to view them from a safe and yet enticing distance. Simply put, Brandy had wrecked his trust in the whole BDSM community to an extent, and he would take some time to repair it enough to even consider such things. Chandler only trusted some Doms, mostly Dan, Dale, Tanya, Melanie, Lacey, and Bob, and that was about the extent of it.“Yes, you learned that you’re an bigger butt-slut than you. “Iinvited you here because I intend to fuck you.”My breath quickened at his blunt reply. Normally suchcrude language would have sent me reeling in the oppositedirection, but with everything else I would normally doso far from where I was, his choice of words seemed veryappropriate. Frankly, he was right; why was I here if itwasn’t to get.fucked?Suddenly, I felt quite brave. “Where are you?” I asked.“Right here in front of you. Go ahead, the path is. My dick twitched over and over, each time sending a new spurt of semen leaping over the sheets.As our orgasms slowly began to come down, Hope slumped against my back. Her tits pressed tightly against me, and her dick twitching inside me. She released my cock and wrapped her arms around my trembling body in a loving embrace."God, that was good," she panted.I couldn't speak. I could only mewl pathetically, and muster the slightest nod in agreement. My muscles were useless and unresponsive. I was.