"She began unbuttoning my shirt and slipped her hand in under my placket. I traced the shape of her shoulder, down her arm and stroked the back of her...hand. Violet stroked my chest.I traced the scoop neckline of her camisole from one shoulder strap to the other. Then, I peeled the strap off her left shoulder and slipped my finger under the fabric and stroked her breast, my skin against hers.A thought flashed on me and I pulled back. "Is something wrong?" she asked."Vi -- this is my first time. He realized instinctively that that passion, in the artist as well as the painting, was a hungry, and yet insatiable sexuality. That intuitive thought made Myra's every touch, every sultry word as she led him around her studio, arouse in him his own sexual frustrations, until they almost begged for release. Ron felt a hard knot slowly forming in his chest, and sensed the early stirrings of his warmly tingling cock underneath his smooth slacks."Well, that's it," Myra said as they came to her. Again, with my heart racing, pulse pounding, feeling your arousal, feeling your lust, feeling - what? My cock is throbbing fit to burst and your sweet tight cunt has a deathgrip on me.And then - quite simply - we snap."Oh God, baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" And I do, pounding into you hard, splitting your pussy wide, driving in deep, taking you. You thrust forward to meet me, taking my cock, wanting more, more! "Oh, harder, baby! Fuck me hard, fuck my little pussy!" Your body is covered with a light. She wanted to dominate a woman. Have the woman be a sex slave. This included being fucked with a strap on & calling her "mistress."I knew exactly who to call. Tracie, a friend of mine who had recently gotten married. She was one of the biggest nymphos I knew. Amateur stripper & professional freak!!! She readily agreed. I would have to pick her up at a downtown bar as not to be seen by anyone.She got into my car while on the phone telling hubby that she was on the way to work as a bartender. On.