He stays in me as we recover, his arms are holding onto me as best he can, my hand is still beneath me as I gently rub my tingling clit. He kisses my ...eck, I turn and in turn kiss his lips.“I do love you and love how you fuck me hard” I say to him“I love how you pussy and arse feel in the morning honey” he replies.In time the inevitable happens and his cock shrinks dropping from my arse hole taking with it some of his spent load. He rolls off and rubs himself hard again while fingering my cunt,. The dress would be beautiful because Lisa would make it to flatter my attributes, but I wanted to be beautiful as well. I laughed at myself. I wanted the Ugly Duckling to turn into a Swan – if only for one day! But my laughter was hollow. Impractical though it might me I yearned to look better than my reflection cruelly revealed me now. I knew I needed help. I had friends. Those friends have skills. The first step was to admit the problem and ask for help. I thought who would be the best person. She was a tiger in bed. She turned me every which way but loose. She loved to be eaten and she was damned good at giving head. Doggie was her position of choice, but what she really craved more than anything else was anal. She was my first. I'd never taken a ride up the Hershey highway before, but I had always wanted to try. Never had a girl who would even think about it let alone do it until I met Pam.She came when I ate her pussy and she came when I fucked it, but her orgasms when doing those. She whispered to me 50 down just a 110 more to go.I was partly impressed with myself, the strokes came again and I felt I was able to take them better or Mistress was being lenient. I could hear Mistress putting everything into every stroke, so I was now confused somewhat. Why was it that they didn’t hurt as much? And then I had the most weird and wonderful sensation. It was like I had left my body while it suffered. I wasn’t there, I could hear Mistress caning me, I heard her grunt, I heard.