Master.” I yelp in painful correction.“That’s right.” He smirks under his breath.“You are here to be my play thingy, sex toy, SEX SLAVE.” ...inishing with an over exaggerated eyebrow raise.‘Oh no’ I say to myself.“So that means I can doing ANYTHING I want to you. ANYTHING.” He says, putting away the current wipe and grabbing a purple leather wipe. My fear starts to set in a raise with every word he says. “Umm. So.” I start to say.“I did not tell you to speak slave. Only speak when I tell you to.. Now my pussy lay on top of her knee which was bony enough to bear the brunt of my burgeoning lust. I undulated my hips over her knee so that it pressed against my cunt through my jeans, and stimulated my throbbing, red-hot clitoris most gratifyingly.It amazed me to think that sex had been such a lackluster proposition to me only minutes earlier. Now it consumed me! I kissed my cousin fiercely, doing my utmost to urge her to take action without actually asking for it. Veronica ran her hands down. I don't have much of an appetite and only like a few positions. My husband likes sex a lot more than I can manage. However, I do sometimes get turned on thinking about him being with another woman. Recently I have been fantasising more and more about women wearing the hijab. There have been a number of porn movies made with women dressed in a hijab and I live in an area with plenty of hijabi women. The below story is a fantasy of mine between my husband and my friend Zahra.Zahra is an old. It was common (And still is!!) for there to be plenty of traffic on the lane and it is always a risk heading in to the wooded area as this is the sign you are up for some action. Nick and I exited out respective cars and headed in to the woods. Again, we made our way to the bridge. I stripped out of my trousers, leaving my t-shirt on, the bra was clearly visible through my t-shirt and stood in my stockings, suspenders and panties. Nick stripped his trousers and boxer shorts off, his cock sprung.