My sex life has been rather conventional, consisting mainly of protected coital sex and oral sex.For some time I have harbored a strong bondage fantas..., that of being forced to serve a dominatrix. I’ve read enough on the Internet to form a good idea as to how the lifestyle is practiced. Paradoxically, despite my macho personality, I’ve felt no desire to force bondage sex upon another female; such as by tying her up. My current girlfriend would probably permit it, but if I suggested that I be. Miller and a look of complete surprises came over his face, as I allowed the straps from my nightie to fall from my shoulders. Mr. Miller could not believe what he was seeing. Letting my nightie drop to the floor, the only thing left was the sexy black thong that daddy loved. “Aw man I might have been wrong after all.” Mr. Miller said as I saw his cock growing harder and harder. “I told you man my, Christy has the hottest little body, and the best fucking pussy in town. Go on why don’t you see. I started walking. Fifteen minutes later I had a mile under my belt and had completed a circuit. And Nina's car WAS there. And Nina was walking her charges to the swing set. She released them to go play and then she came to sit beside me. I was sipping on a fountain drink."Did I bum you out last night? Dan?" No, Nina. You needed to talk. I listened. 'S what friends do."She eyed my drink. "Can I have a sip?" Sure," I said, "if you don't mind drinking after me." I'm too thirsty to worry about boy. It was like foreplay for Shaqueena, and she would definitely feel how hard she made it when I pressed up against her body in various positions. One day Shaqueena came thru and after we ate dinner she cooked, this time she unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped her fly to show her purple laced panties. She then laid on my bed and ask me if I would give her a massage. I straddled Shaqueena's thick thighs lining my big cock with her plump ass cheeks and began to rub her shoulders and back. Eventually.