Is this really happening to me? "Lay back down and let's talk," I say. She lays down and closes her eyes. "What exactly do you want from me?" I ask ...er. "I want you to treat me like your personal sex slave. I will do anything you ask me to do. Fuck anyone you tell me to fuck. All I ask in return is that you come with me and make sure I'm safe as I slut myself out to strangers," she calmly tells me. "I've got to fuck. No matter how good you are, you cannot keep up with me, no single man . He then started to thrust away – I was still fully erect but with both hands on my ankles. He got faster and faster until all you could hear was the slap of skin on skin filling the room. He seemed to go like that for ages but in reality, it was probably only a couple of minutes.My frustration spilled over and I started to wank my own hard cock. I was in heaven and didn’t want it to end but unfortunately, we both came within a few seconds of each other – me spraying several days of pent up cum. She reached up and grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. She got up and removed her pants and thong and then got up on the couch straddling me. Her big breasts were right in front of my face, so I leaned forward and took her hard nipple in my mouth. I brought both of my hands up and and cupped her breasts. She started moaning and leaned into me. She moved her head down and whispered in my ear, “Oh Brad, I was hoping this would happen. I was hoping that last night. Mmmm, you feel so good.” I moved. I'm nervous," I said."Yeah, well, so am I," she said."You don't look it. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were here for a sore throat or something trivial like that."She just laughed quietly and smiled. "Or a sore pussy." Geez, keep your voice down. Besides, that's as much Ann's fault as mine." Well, yes, that's true. Anyway, what I really meant is, are you feeling any better?" About us, you mean?" Yeah, exactly." Sure, I feel better. I mean, you and I have pretty much run the gamut of.