As instructed I amwriting this story as proof of my acceptance of my fate. It is intendedaccording to my captures for all of you who love the fantasy...ofsubmitting but do not believe in your heart that it can truly happen toyou. It written as proof, that there are those who would enslave you,and also as a warning to be careful what you wish for.You may know of my journey through the Fem Domme world and of my parttime servitude to the Ladies of the Society as the secretary, but you donot know. I look down and see his big cock just outside me, the big, swollen head still inside me. Everybody on set gawks, my legs spread and my pussy wide open, ready to absorb his huge, slick cock again. He slams it in again and fucks me really hard. FUCK. I’m screaming. We grind and screw some more until he shoots like a cannon in my pussy a second time. That completely puts me over the top and I have a prolonged orgasm, cumming and screaming and twisting and shuddering and writhing all over his big. About 100yds down the road a car slowly past and pulled over the passenger window opened the driver said something I didn’t catch what he said, so I walked over and leaned in the driver a guy in his 40s said how much for a blow job. Then I realized my stupidity, the red light area is behind the station Feeling a bit horny myself we agreed a price and I got in he drove round the corner to a quiet carpark he put a condom on and I sucked his modest 7in while he grouped my tits. He dropped me back. .I’m Cummmm!!!!”Finally, Sarah racked with lesser tremors, releases my hair, breathing heavily. I lick my lips watching her the whole time, my own pussy soaked and dripping to the tiled floor from having gotten her off with my now slightly bruised lips. I get up and check the water, and lift Sarah carefully into my tube and run the shower head up and down her body and mine. I turn to Sarah as she gains her strength back, “Now….It’s my turn… I want you to do to me what I did to you….You want to.