God, what had come over me?"We'll talk about this later," he said. I nodded and bit my lip, finally taking my own advice and shutting up. Andrew went ...ack to reading his newspaper, and I picked my coffee and uncrossed my legs. I was getting really wet down there. Even being verbally dominated turns me on. "Oh, and pet?" Yes, Master?" Lydia is not a submissive." Oh. Okay." I wasn't sure what to say. Had he left the lifestyle? What did that mean? Damn it! That threw me for a loop. Would Paul. " Yes, Master."With the object still in my bottom, I felt his cock at my pussy. I became excited. He was going to fuck me!He pushed forward and it unexpectedly hurt. My pussy was tighter because of what was in my ass so I didn't open as easily to his cock. He put all of his cock in me and I had to work to slow my breath. I felt so extra filled right now. I wished he'd take that thing out of my butt.He stroked slowly and his groaning was loud. I think he liked this feeling a lot. I was going to. I started tugging on her skirt and she gently slapped my hand playful 'Ah ah ah bad boy not yet'. We finally arrived and we stopped before anyone had noticed, we all got our stuff and went up to the suite we checked out at the beachside resort. When we got to the suite the bags fell out of our hands and we all let out a big 'Woah' our dad just chuckled and walked around the suite. We all got settled and obviously our parents took the bedroom and we were sleeping in the living room. My dad. But they didn't have it or have any idea how to get it. Despite much effort, it was ten years until I finally found a copy and I have only bought it, never watched it. I know that whatever I see can't possibly improve on the fantasies I have imagined and acted out in real life. As I write, the thought of it makes my breathing slow, my pussy moist. I think about the now familiar routine of a wife undressing me, bathing me, parting my legs and making me ready for her husband's cock. I came to.