"I follow him out of the reception area and into a room with what lookslike a massage table on it. For a moment I think I may be getting amassage unti... I notice the hot wax next to the table."Strip girl."I strip down to my bra and panties just as the door opens and a ratherlarge man walks in. Looks at me and says to Master, "She will have totake her lingerie off as well."Master looks at me and says, "You heard him girl get those off an up onthe table."I strip the bra and panties off and for the. I looked over at Jack and he smiled at me. I still had trouble believing how comfortable we were together. Sitting here at the table, eating breakfast, just being with him; it was like we'd been married for years. I reached over and squeezed his hand."What's that for?" For you. I just feel good. I'm glad we found each other."He reached back to my hand and took it in both of his, kissing the palm, then lowering it to the table but still holding it."Me too. What are you going to do about your. Why should stranger be clanging like a bell in my brain?As that most astounding orgasm began to diminish he started to move inside me, minutely at first, rocking back and forth ever so slowly until I felt like begging him, fuck me. What? I don’t think like that, surely that didn't come from my mind. It did and I wanted to scream at him to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like I've never been fucked before please fuck me. He smiled down at me and I realised I wasn't in my mind, I had actually. Looking back now, I see it was typed in a heated flurry, my fingers typing quickly, my mind wandering to the next forbidden tryst. Once I wrote the initial story, I was quick to follow it up with the next foray of forbidden toilet sex. And so it continued. The tap had been turned on, and my previous encounters were laid bare, if not on paper or parchment, it's digital equivalent. And then I had made my confession, not to a priest or another man of God, not looking to be absolved for my previous.