You couldn't put your finger on what, you just knew something was off. Well, that was how I felt as i lay there in bed. Let me start over. My name is ...ohn. I am (or was at the time) 40 years old. I stand somewhere around 5 feet 10 inches tall. I have a healthy 8 inches between my legs. I...well, I'm sure you are not here for a profile on me. Suffice it to say I am an average looking male with a bit of a gut. I'm not obese but I certainly could stand to lose some weight. In any case, back to the. Looking forward I don’t see the second blow to my left then right boob. Again he gives me ten smacks to each side. I’m moaning so much over my gag as the drool drips out of my mouth but it’s not the only thing dripping. I’m thinking how I hate that my pussy is giving away how turned on I am. Master again feels my cunt, his cunt, stroking it and forcing three fingers inside me. They go in so easily as he stretches me a little and pumps his fingers quickly. He can tell perfectly when I’m close to. I struggle to contain a moan of loss as he pulls out right before I get off. Thank god our friends are exceptionally oblivious, or else I’m sure they would have noticed I start walking away, looking over my shoulder and make eye contact with my man, as I slip into the bathroom. A few minutes later, just as I’m sure he is about to not show, he eases open the door. I drop to my knees, and fish out his cock before going to town on him, slurping at his man meat. I stare up into his eyes, as I deep. Besides, she had recently begun to entertain ideas of what it would be like to be with another woman. Her friend Val was a good looking woman but she knew that she was only into men so nothing had ever transpired between them sexually. However, Val was a worldly woman and had mentioned the place where they were now to her and ever since, Katrina could not stop thinking about it. Essentially it was a place for swingers of all kinds, where sexual acts were entered into with strangers, each.