”“I don’t know what you mean,” I said.“I apologize to you, and all you do is feed me a line of BS about that being your first time.”“Oh....�� I didn’t even think about trying to salvage something. I knew she knew me too well. I was a little amazed that I’d even tried to snow her. That’s how long it had been since we’d talked like this about anything of substance.“But the important thing is that you’re not mad at me,” she said.I decided to replace BS with economy. “Nope. Not mad,” I said.“Okay,. I kept staring at her bald beaver and looking how the lips were full and how her clit protruded from the top. I was instantly hard and she knew what she was doing to me. She then ran her finger up her pussy lips and stuck her finger into my mouth. I slurped her wetness from her finger enjoying her taste. She told me “that is only the appetizer just wait until she got me out of my uniform. Grabbing my crouch she said we might not be able to wait and reached up and undid my zipper. Reaching in. I put my hand up her dress but found Mario’s hand there already buried deep under her panties and between her legs. I lifted her skirt and saw that her panties where drenched with her juices and Mario was working his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy. She undid his buckle and pulled down his pants and pulled his long thick cock out and began stroking it also. Mario’s cock was magnificent. His was longer by about three inches and almost twice as thick. We were all three in heaven it was so. It was as ironic as it was exciting, at least to me. So get to the good stuff, right? When did the worm turn? I would have to say that things started on a vacation to London. We had done some internet research and knew that there were plenty of opportunities to explore our BDSM relationship and packed accordingly. It was a great trip and we wore each other out, but only one of us would be coming home with the caning marks to prove it. But the moment that I will never forget was, at the time,.