I just kept doing it with a grin of satisfaction on my face. Even that was perfect.“HUAAA-AAAAAAGH!!! N-N-NOOOO-OOOO-OOOO!!! STOP! S-STOP P-PLEASE! ...T H-HURTS!!!”Obviously, I didn’t stop. I kept ravaging her, feeling her squeezing me even harder, her body shaking even more. The bad part was that I was about to come, and I didn’t have the willpower to stop, so I could start again and savor her more.When she seemed to be losing her mind, screaming with a worn out voice and begging God for help, I. I enjoyed giving my husband head. ?Not mine. Ken’s.? I blushed and laughed at his joke. ?I’m not kidding,? he said, looking at me intently. I was a little drunk, or at least that’s how I explained what happened next to myself. ?Okay, if that’s what you want,? I whispered meekly back, squeezing his leg. My husband didn’t say a word, and stood up to leave. I now sat alone at the table with Ken, an attractive man but a complete stranger. I was at a loss as to. More than once, I had to pull over and cry.All the while, I could only wonder one thing: Why?It was dark by the time I got there. Don and Suzie lived in an exclusive suburban neighbourhood. You know the kind: the houses start at three quarters of a million dollars and all look the same. Four thousand square feet, brick façade cookie-cutter homes.I pulled into the driveway next to McKayla's BMW and got out. The lights were on inside.Wiping the tears from my eyes, I went to the door. I knocked. And there it was and lo and behold , from out of nowhere, I got an email from a Master who lived about 30 miles away. He said he had a female slave who would assist, and as he was bemused by the request, and as I didn’t mind pics being taken there was to be no charge.Fantasies are great… being given a long erotic wank by a sexy female slave .. Mmmm! So it was arranged and soon I was there knocking on the door.Reality is so often different. The house was a bit run down, and the Master a rather.