I told him thank you but I was not into bdsm or any of that nasty stuff. I told him I was a part time hooker and had mostly older guys as my clients. ...ost older guys where not rough with me and were just happy with putting their dicks in my soft mouth. I always thought it was more like making love to most of my clients. I emailed 'Master' about 45 minutes. He seemed very interesting and nice by his emails. He sent me a question asking me if he could ask me a serious/honest question. And I said. Especially some of the more spicy ones her girlfriends had bragged about.She had already told Sally some of what had happened at her first striptease. But she now her filled in, with a lot more detail, what had actually happened. Also how Dave and she had been almost disbelieving themselves, at how each had reacted on the night. Then with time and after much soul-searching, had come to a mutual understanding that they both would quite like to experience it again.“So I hope you, don’t judge. Voila!"No!" he says quickly. "Not the baby or the girl." I'm the daddy!" she insists. "You can't be the daddy!" Can I be the uncle?" he asks.I've tried that. No dice. I know. I watch Jenny's response."No uncles!" she declares.Stewart barely misses a beat."Can I be the boy?" he asks.She ponders. Her scenario never had a boy, I guess. This is somethingforeign to her... go figure. She lights up."A daddy, a mommy, and a baby boy!" she exclaims."Ok, but I don't want to change," he says.She muses. I was led to a tent.He attached the leash to a steel ring secured on the ground. I was told to get on all fours, with my ass and cunt towards the front of the tent. I began sobbing and stiffened as I felt the first cock entering my dry sore asshole. I braced myself for the worst. The intruder pounded my anus very hard, until he flooded my bowels with cum.This first stranger relaxed and he pulled out.Someone else soon grabbed my hips and I braced myself as my cunt was immediately filled and.