I sent a command for a mini-orgasm as she closed the tent flap, and she slightly moaned and looked at me as I smiled back. ‘The second rule of my te...t is that you must call me master.’ I stated. She smiled an evil grin and replied ‘Master, understood. What would you like your pet to do?’ I sent another mini-orgasm ‘ I’ve gotten a little dirty from work today, I need you to clean my cock with your mouth.’ She instantly started to crawl over to me on all fours, making sure I could see her tits. All around you, moaning and grunting, and the smell of sweat and cum. Occasional snatches of conversation, harder, deeper, that’s it, more, give it to me, suck it, take it deeper, and the sounds of orgasms, simple grunts to explosive outbursts.I can tell you so many stories of darkroom sex. Feeling your way around the room, touching bodies, hearing the sex noises around you, feeling a man's head bobbing and realizing he is sucking dick, feeling another man bent over and realizing he is both. She saw the gerbil looking as indignant as a gerbil could at 'her'. David felt a little sorry for her and didn't want to rub it in more than necessary so she picked up the protesting gerbil and whispered - "remember the cat!" and carried the cage into David's bedroom.Then the new Peggy Sue made out on the couch with Robert. Wow! Life could be really wonderful. The next morning David woke up and stretched this exciting new body of hers like a satisfied Cat, grinned at the cowering gerbil, went. He kept this slow pace, getting my vagina used to this mammoth intruder. All the while, my orgasm was building like an approaching freight train. “Ready to get fucked, Miranda?” Hank offered? “Ohhh, god yes!” I moaned, barely able to form words. With that, he slammed his entire dick into me and triggered another orgasm. My world exploded as he drove his cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy. It felt like he was hitting spots I didn’t know existed inside me. This stocky little nerd was.