Looking over my should down at her I was rewarded with the vision of her almond shaped eyes looking at me as she crammed her tongue into my asshole.Af...er a few minutes of her feasting on my ass I figure it was her turn. I pulled her up and arranged her on the bed on all fours. I smacked her ass watching the firm muscle absorb the blow. Then I parted her ass to see her brown pucker and glistening wet pussy yawning open to me. I sucked her clit into my mouth listening to her gasp. I gently rolled. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a pat on the ass.Jason lay back on the couch, his legs spread, his ass open for me. I pushed my cock into his ass slowly, him being the first guy I ever had sex with. He grunted as I slid my cock in as deep as I could. It was warm and tight, like I was his first guy too. I held the back of his thighs as I started to build up a rhythm. His ass felt so good that I was soon pounding him as hard and fast as I could. His grunts and groans only made me try to. There was not the slightest point in fearing the whipping you could not avoid. It was just to be endured. It was the courage of the condemned. The hangman was a friend. He merely helped you quickly through that which must occur. And weren’t we all condemned? Wasn’t the fear of dying simply an obstruction to the enjoyment of life? Why waste one’s time in terror of that which must inevitably occur? Weren’t whole religions founded on the premise of fear? Didn’t we spend so much of our time in. When the shoes were on, she stood proudly and asked, "What next, master?" I was thoroughly turned on now and hearing her say this forced me to conjure every ounce of willpower I could muster to not throw her on the bed and fuck her savagely and deeply right there. I had plans, and I wanted to see how far she would take this master/slave game, but she looked so remarkably sexy in her stockings and heels. I shook my head clear and focused."Well, Ifeoma," I explained, "it's been a long day. I.