"You're driving me insane, Chris!" she pants"I am?! You started it." I pant backShe lifts up so she can grab my cock, moving so it's directly at her e...trance, she lowers herself completely onto my cock. With a moan from both of us, she starts bouncing up and down, up and down. Her hands on my stomach, she bounces even faster. Faster, faster, faster, faster until she stops and starts again, this time grinding hard before bouncing again.Up and down. Hard and fast. Starting, stopping, and starting. If you saw me naked, you would think my cock belonged on another, larger body. I also am a very heavy cummer. One of my few trysts, a hand job in the back of a car, ended with my poor date dripping in cum. She was impressed, and a bit pissed off.This morning I was in mother's bedroom. I was wearing black, lace-top stockings secured to a black satin garter belt, and a silky black baby doll top. My big cock was straining against a pair of black silk panties that had a cute ruffle of lace around. Thirdly, an expression of how superior its Mistress is to the slave. Finally, gratitude for its punishment: since the punishment is intended to make the slave a better plaything for its owner, gratitude is essential.In this case, gratitude for punishment would be inappropriate - there hadn't been one yet. It seemed sensible, however, for the slave to substitute heartfelt begging for its Mistress to be kind enough to punish it properly; in the mean time, perhaps the slave should attempt to. ’ It was hard not to let his mind wander, considering the turn his married life had taken the last couple of decades. Ted Carson married the first girl he ever dated, and the first girl he ever kissed. It just felt right, and things always seemed just the way things were supposed to be, and, since he had no other frame of reference to compare, he was satisfied. Now he was at the point many men fear, the dreaded middle ages. This is where it’s obligatory to look back over one’s life and compare.