He was fucking me two times a week, but soon we both wanted more. I would tell my wife we were going fishing or to the bar for a drink and gave him my...pussy whenever he wanted it. He always let me know that I was now a woman, his woman. He called one night and said he wanted to hit it, so I went over as soon as I could. When I got there he told me that he had gotten me a few presents. They were in the bathroom with a note.I went in and there was a package with a note. It said that I have become. She moved her hands down to my chest. I’m not trying to brag, but I was in really good shape. I was 6’ 2” and weighed 205 pounds. I had been working out religiously since I was fourteen. I was an avid swimmer and mountain biker as well. She placed her hands on my chest and said, “Oooh, I like what I feel. You workout?” She asked but already knew the answer. “I love a guy in good physical shape. Let’s see what we have under this shirt.” She moved her hands down my stomach and started to lift my. She knelt on the edge of the bed, fully attired, the bridle pulled back tight, her tiny breasts poking through the chest halter, which was tied tight like a Victorian corset, making her small arse stick out, 'Push it in', she slavered through the bridle, her saliva dripping off the leather and wood piece at the back of her mouth.I went in behind her and coated the plug with an anal lubricant, then taking my finger inserted it up and poked around, slowly working her open, and then without. By doing. Standing in front of her, I took off my cloak and shirt, leaving my naked chest exposed. And I looked down at her with a soft smile. She gulped and went a bit red faced – glancing over towards the end of the bed. Amanna had disappeared from sight, but we could hear her shuffling with clothing and the furs and the coverings that were there. And we could hear the crackles and pops from the fire just beyond her as the room warmed up. Lynn cocked her head and looked back at me, with a.