Never. And it isn’t because I can’t be pleased or satisfied. Please understand that. I find that every time I touch you I am as excited as the fir...t time and maybe just a little bit more. You are just so perfect for me.” You were about to say something to me when Joe came bursting out the door onto the deck with a tray of drinks. “Here,” he said. “I have fixed us up a little concoction as an after dinner drink. This will get us all warm and toasty before we all turn in early. I’m certain that. A symbol of masculinity which would succumb to the prowess and power of womanhood many times that third day. The crowd of women roared their applause as she mounted the chariot and whipped his exposed buttocks, just above his newly acquired tail, for the first time."Forward! - Around the perimeter of the stage to please your audience and show your obedience." The whip cracked and stung his buttocks once more, as he heaved forward; despite the well-endowed woman's weight, the chariot moved. He started pumping my hole harder and faster riding my ass like a horse. "Yes! Yes! Give it to me baby!" I shouted. The cab was now rocking back and forth in rhythm with our bodies. I could just imagine the guys outside watching the spectacle and laughing, but I didn't care. He was fucking me good and the way I was laying was making it even better, because my clitty was tucked between my thighs, and with my legs crossed and him on top grinding into me, the friction against my sissy clitty was. Don’t worry, tomorrow’s Saturday and you’ll have time for a proper morning meal.”I was already loading bacon and eggs onto a piece of toast, and decided that I was going to eat with her despite the thought that raced through my mind about making it into a bacon and egg sandwich for the road. “I get there early every day. If I eat the food you obviously went to so much trouble to make, I might just be there only a little early instead of a lot early, okay?” I said, totally truthfully. I really.