Yes, I've fantasized about having sex with Diane, but I just wasn't ready for this. She probably just meant it as figure of speech, but the idea of be...ng Diane's sex slave is a huge turn on. I have thought about tying up and dominating girls before, but have never done it. However, I've never thought about being dominated by a girl, or in Diane's case, an older women before, and am surprised by how excited it has gotten me. I think that's what I find so sexual about Diane, she exudes that. She was oblivious to what had just happened. I could have throat fucked her and she probably wouldn’t have woken up until half way through. Betty was also nowhere around.“You always get up on your own?” I asked Hayden as I looked her sexy body up and down.“Yes Sir, don’t you?” Hayden looked at me like I was baby if I needed my mommy to wake me up.I did get up on my own usually. My mom knocked on my door and had breakfast waiting for me but usually I took too long getting up so I skipped it. I. “What the hell is this?” “Frank, take off your clothes and sit back down. Don’t argue, just do it.” As if from somewhere outside of my body, I heard myself saying, “Okay.” Standing up, numb with confusion, I removed my shirt, folding it and placing it neatly on the back of the chair. As I began to undo my belt buckle, Don told Lorie to reach down and put his cock back where it belonged. Unbelievably, my wife did as he’d told her. Her gaze never left my face as she complied with Don’s order,. ‘We ought…to…to go….let’s go…back…to…to the…the bed…room,’ Ann stammered, her body quaking visibly. ‘Not yet,’ Lonnie replied softly. He slid his hand through the lush pubic forest between her legs and his fingers encountered wetness. Ann’s hips shot forward, pressing her pulsing vagina against Lonnie’s hand. She groaned. ‘Yes! Touch me! Oh, God, Lonnie! Touch me!’ she crooned, her hips gyrating as Lonnie’s fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring her, titillating her. Her hand slid.