Guess it's a good thing that my endorphinsare working like at time and a half!!!! Wow!!! As I scoot down on my bellythe cock cage become a little bit ...f an issue, but I feel a hand reachingdown and putting it in a better position for me. A very considerate Master.I then hear him tell me to bend my legs back and I realize that I am fixingto be in the classic hog-tied position. When he is done, while I am reasonablycomfortable, I can rock back and forth, or lay on my side, but Master hasnot told. . So, then one day as I was driving she waved me down and asked if she could have a ride to her job. I said, sure hop in.. We talked a bit and I spied her body over as she sat in the passenger seat.. I took note to her tight legs and strong biceps and a sweat infused feminine odor that eminated from her underarms. She smelled horny and sexual. The beginnings of a flirtatious bantor developed on that first ride between us and it kept me wondering about her.. About a week later, I seen her. He spread his legs and as I started to unbuckle his belt open his trousers and slide them under his bottom he lent forward and kissed me passionately. My sisters, their view blocked came around and stood behind the sofa.When I slid his trousers to his ankles and took them off there was gasps of excitement from the women. The doctors cock was now standing to attention in all its glory. My mother instinctively reached for and started to wank it gently. "Oh my God, oh my god, it's beautiful" was. Neither am I a quintessential queer loner who harbours deep vengeful thoughts about women. I am a successful professional with an active social life. I volunteer a lot for the community. All my neighbours love me as the friendly young geek. On the rare occasions I hit bars, I get lucky every time. So, you see, I harbour no frustration or resentment towards women. I don’t do it just for the thrill either. So why do I do it? In truth, I haven’t been able to figure it out either. From an early.