He told her, "I know you want more and I know you will only submit to a truly strong man." CRACK! Again, he spanked her ass. "I see how you do love t...is," he laughed. Lisa was completely startled. In her mind, she was screaming ,"I am a fucking mistress and eat wimps like you for lunch." Maybe it was the drinks or just how incredibly aroused she was, but all she could muster was a deep moan from the spanking. "You like this, don't you?" the man asked. Again, Lisa screamed, "Hell no," in her. It also kept the young ones busy gnawing on the tough strips of dried meat.Before sitting with the females, I stripped out of my still wet clothes and put on some dry jeans and tee shirt. They watched me and I was confident they were trying to figure out the new situation, too. It maybe wasn’t in the same logical analysis that I tried to employ, but in their own way their eyes showed curiosity about me.How would this work, especially considering the unique relationship Bo and I had already. My hand pushed his thighs apart so that it could reach his balls. I call them his tennis balls, obviously an exaggeration, but their slap against my ass when he strokes into me reminds me of both the sound and the sting of a hard hit tennis ball. My tongue ran around the dark crown of that beautiful cock, rinsing the ridge behind it, darting down the length of it toward his nuts. I took one testicle into my mouth and sucked it lovingly; the other one I ignored. He smiled but moaned at my. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says “9, cage” and I strip naked and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a piece of dirt. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.I grew up in East Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agricultural town in the middle of.