I don't even like yelling at my dog. As a matter of fact, dogs and all animals really love me … and they say if animals like you, you’re probably ...ot a horrible person. So honestly, the idea of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting closer, showing affection, and giving and receiving love. It was never about dominance or power or control. That was about to change.Via email, the woman and I hit it off right away. Here’s one reason; she. They had shifted their bodies and she was now on her back, his body straddling hers, his cock still in her mouth. With one hand entwined in her hair, the other had moved to her tits, tweaking and teasing her nipples, pulling the hard nubs roughly then stroking them lightly as though with a feather, tickling gently, then giving them a hard pinch which caused a yelp of pain mixed with pleasureShe clasped his butt, pushing him deeper into her mouth. Her fingers played with her shaven pussy,. I was sure that my new friends had exchanged notes, and I sure didn't want to look like 'a one trick pony.' When I came back with two full glasses, she actually did look a bit surprised. I gave a glass to her and toasted."To friendship."We drank (it was good, and damned expensive, California sparkling wine) and talked, and I did my best to seduce her as slowly as I could. Hell, I hadn't had my balls emptied for two weeks, so I certainly was damned horny, too. Still, I tried to be slow. I. Sissy leaned down and caressed his prick again, gazing at his boner as she toyed with his hard-on. She put her face very close to his cock and looked to her heart's content."God, why didn't I think of this sooner?" she breathed, milking his prick faster.Other farm girls had told Sissy about fucking with animals, but she'd never gotten around to it herself. She had watched animals fucking, and the sight had gotten her hot and sometimes she had fingerfucked herself while watching, but other than.