I knew of titty fucking; I mean I had heard guys talking about it, but it was never anything I had been involved in personally. But here it was happen...ng. As he held my tits tight, he slid his cock into my cleavage. The sensation of his hard cock between my soft cleavage felt so erotic. However, the angle wasn’t right. Neither of us were comfortable and he kept slipping away from my tits. That’s when he guided me on to my back. From that position I felt submissive. I felt like I was his. I. In which case I will sendyou away and that will be the end of it. The end of us. But if you want a chanceto be happy, to find the life you were meant to lead, if you want to pleaseme and be loved by me, and turn your fantasies into exciting realities, youwill say, 'Please Master, punish me. I deserve to be punished'." She wiggled on my lap a few times while I held her firmly on my legs, thenbecame still. "Say it," I told her sharply. "'Please, Master, I want you to punish me.'" I felt her body. I can’t stop thinking about these women, to the point that I worry I am losing my scientific composure. I keep masturbating to the images of their young, nubile flesh, I dream about fucking them and every time I see one of them in their nearly uniformly seductive wardrobe I can feel an erection spreading down my leg. I am torn about this guide program, pulled by my scientific interest in learning about the people and what I want to do to my guide.They have done me no favors in granting me one. Apparently, my friend had enjoyed her first taste of bestiality because she had a wide smile plastered across her lips. Now that the dog is take care of, its time to take care of the cat, she said. I frowned. What cat? She chuckled. This cat, was her answer as she slipped one of her hands into my jeans and slipped two fingers into my soaking-wet pussy. Oh, that cat! I thought, but aloud I actually said, Oh yes! Her fingers darted in and out of me with increasing speed and force, forcing my.