Silk and satin and lace were invigorating to my young teen libido. I had seen my dads few playboy mags a while ago but they seemed to have been thrown...out. The grown women with their shocking bush of pubic hair, soft focus and glowing skin and then pink inside made my face feel hot. It was a revelation to me. I liked seeing the female form with all those intimate decorations like stockings and garters, panties and bra cups, corsets and negligees, sheer satin, lace and chiffon. I wanted to know. I groaned and whimpered again, my ass felt so full and my pussy was throbbing with desire. I couldnt stand it, I continued sucking on the cock in my mouth as my ass was pumped, I could feel another orgasm building in me. I could hear the heavy breathing of the two men who were inside me, the speed of each increased as they drew closed to their own climax, and as I came my ass tightened around the cock in me, my hips were shaking but my moan was muffled by the cock in my mouth. This earned me a. Two, I'm always ready to have sex, and he is sex. Sex is almost always simmering in the back of my mind, affecting everything I say and do.At this point in time, I was wriggling my ass in my chair every other moment. I do it when I get excited. I do it when my master gives me a look. I do it involuntarily, like a tail.He caught my eye as I was listening to two friends swap related experiences.He patted his lap and said in a low voice, "C'mere."I was out of my chair quickly and smiling. No. We shook hands and I was ushered in. We spent the next hour getting acquainted in real life. This was, indeed, her husband Roger and he had no problems with her spending all the time she wanted on Lush. In fact, he encouraged it. I was getting the vibe that Roger was a bit of a sub, and Gretchen was a Domme in this relationship. Not that she had ever played that with me. She was well aware that I didn't go that way. I was always in charge, allowing my little cupcakes to do as they pleased as.