I relaxed as much as I could as I felt it slowly slide into me. I could hear Mistress applying more lube to her cock which I much appreciated.Mistress...spoke out to me, "Slave, is this what you have been wanting all these weeks away from me?"I cried out, "Yes Mistress, Please fuck my ass."Mistress then began to slide that monstrous strap on cock up my ass, I was felt so full from the second it entered me. She began to fuck me with passion and resolve that I didn't know that she had in her. She. We might never have met had it not been for that accident that day. And as for my saving your life, well in a way you saved mine as well." "How so?" "Well, before the accident I was a trucker. I drove all over the country and was never in one spot for too long. Believe me, it's not as romantic as it sounds. I was hardly ever home, I slept in my truck probably 300 days out of the year. I had no social life or friends really, since I was never around long enough. I just had a few fellow truckers. ? Kneeling next to the bed Ed caresses and kisses me from head to toe.How can an air conditioned room be hot? Drenched in sweat I awake to a growling – an emptiness. Only this time the emptiness is not in my cunt. That is quite full – quite sated. Not from love making – well it started as love making after being gently touched on the bed, but graduated to uninhibited pent up fucking with two bodies crashing into each other, urgently seeking pleasure and satisfaction.But now I am hungry – a. Things resumed pretty much the same way they had for the past week.That left only one more week before Greg left for his conference. Although Jeff had been looking forward to it before, now he dreaded it. Although Allison would still be there, it was too much like being alone with Brit. He knew if he ever did find himself alone with her, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself, and that scared him.Brit, on the other hand, seemed to be looking forward to it, probably for the same reason he.