It was more intense than I thought it would be. Talk about a turnon! I found myself screaming like a woman possessed as Mark slammed his cock into my ...hit hole. It hurt, but also felt kind of good. I screamed and begged him for more. Mark roared as he buried his dick into my asshole. I could tell he loved it. Good. If this bisexual black man had a girlfriend who willingly gave up her ass, would that please him enough to forsake chasing men? I didn't ask. I could only hope. I screamed as Mark. Well, it was so clear I had to go out just wearing those little white panties. I still had on my jacket and under knee wool socks and shoes, but my legs were completely nude now. After a few minutes, I was freezing."Mistress, please. It is cold." I know that," she replied."Mistress, I need to pee." Don't you dare, or better..."She stopped speaking for a moment, giving me a feeling of suspense.I had nothing under my jacket and my nipples were growing, hardening because of the cool breeze. Then. With a smile I go to look at motorcycles.After a word with some friends and some checks on the Internet I select the Suzuki Burgman 650 Executive with a bundle of accessories to make long rides easier. It looks more stylish than the others and I really like the handling when I take it for a test run. By lunchtime I’m back home sending John an email with the information.I sit down to read my mail while I wait for Jenny to call me when she gets home, changed, and she’s ready to go. Lots of us had to put on an act like that in church if you din't want to be hassled. She's pretty normal to talk to. She's real cute too," Sandy said."So, you are going to invite Nicky over to enjoy some of your world famous pasta?" I said."Yes. And I'm going to tell her that Beth is staying with me for company and we could play cards or something. With two girls here it makes the excuses easier to make. Then you do your disappearing act before she gets here. Why don't you and Beth hang out.