Debbie came home from work at 11.30pm, I was still sat on the sofa, naked, and with Heathers knickers on my cock. Debs looked down and said'Ah, I see ...ou had an enjoyable evening with Mike, but where did the panties come from?'I told her about Heather and she at next to me urging me to tell all, taking my re-hardning cock in her hand as she listened intently..Her head dropped to my lap and her mouth opened wide to take me in as I related the whole story of my evening. As I continued and she. Her long red hair waved and shimmered around her shoulders and across her chest. Her nipples poked out from under it. She was glad Ian wasn’t into skinny women like the models that filled the fashion magazines. He loved her curves and her D cup breasts always aroused him. She had been to the salon for a wax that morning. And when she returned she had trimmed the little patch of pubic hair she always left when she waxed. ‘My little strawberry patch, love,’ were Ian’s words, she recalled. Fran’s. I arrived at her home earlier than arranged but she buzzed me in and said to wait at the back door.At exactly half eight she opened the door and stood and beckoned me in.She was dressed in a white see through blouse which showed off her small but firm breasts and an over the knee skin tight leather pencil skirt and black nylons and very high heeled shoes.She grinned sexily as I looked her up and down. As I got to the door she stopped me and slipped her hands inside my t shirt feeling my smooth. Well since I tend to be more dominant in nature, I decided to have a little fun. Took the whole idea of what kind of fun I would have if magic was real. So I now I tell a story from the point of view of one of my fantasy-subbies. I hope you enjoy, and please, I would love to hear back from everyone who reads this. So do not hesitate to share your thoughts, praise criticism, or any other thing that would inspire me to write more, or write better. It would be much appreciated. And all emails will.