I?ve gotnothing against it in real life, don?t get me wrong, but in my fantasy, it?sthe man who?s holding the whip and forcing the woman. That?s how i... should be.??????????? So,anyway. I consider myself to have a dominant personality, like I?ve said. I?malso a bit of an opportunist. Which is sort of how this whole thing happened. Iwas sitting at the bar at the end of the week ? wasn?t crowded as it?s a prettysmall town and it was late ? just looking into my glass. Suddenly, who shouldwalk in ?. The best part about being seventeen is knowing I can be with the man I love.Unfortunately, everything came crashing down so fast when my mom caught us. I will never forget my mom's face when she walked in on me fucking my dad's stiff cock, nor do I really want to forget. I was riding my dad's magnificent cock reverse cowgirl, facing the door as my mom walked in on us. I couldn't help but keep crashing down on his cock. My mom watched in horror as my dad came inside me, moaning my name before he. When next they visited Bob made sure that he did not drink too much as he had all intentions of getting some pussy from Jean. He had been very upset with himself for getting drunk the last time they had visited. After dinner, we were all sitting around in the lounge room. Jean finally got up and walked out leaving the three of us just sitting around chatting. Ann looked at Bob and said, “The room that you are looking for is down the hall to the right.” With that, Bob stood up and made his. They were cool and soft on his skin, and he felt the sharp nails she had, carefully trimmed and manicured to perfect little wedges. "I have all night with you, as per our agreement." She said as she moved her hand from his arm to his chin. "And I plan to make the very most of it."She went to the salver and poured two drinks. "Please, drink." She said. "It may make it more bearable for you, poor man." She handed him a half full chalice of crystal-leaded glass. "I promise it is not poisoned." She.