She hadn’t been fucked by a cock in months, but no longer cared — Kylie’s nimble fingers and sweet kisses were all the tiny brunette wanted. Ian... her ex, was becoming a fleeting memory. Kylie kept saying she would loan her out to some other hot stud soon, but Vanessa didn’t care if that day ever came. She felt Kylie’s riding crop strike her buttocks, but it was wielded by this Keylani-person. She smiled and knew exactly what to do. ‘I certainly hope I haven’t displeased you, Mistress Keylani.. She then got off my face. I asked her why she had tied my hands to the bed. She stated that it was now time for her to teach me a lesson. She then told me that she was also a dominatrix. That was definitely something I had never known or would off though my mom was into.She then stated I shouldn’t be surprised. Didn’t I ever wonder what was in the locked chest in her closet? I told her I never thought that much about it. She laughed and said that now I was going to find out and since I wanted. When I am making love to a woman, I am not making love to her body parts – they are just a conduit for physical contact. No, I am making love to who that woman is, what she believes in, what she feels, what she expresses. I am making love to a person, not an object. Not an image.My last fantasy ended as I finished giving her oral pleasure in her home, after I travelled thousands of miles to see her.But where does my next fantasy begin?You sit there, spent from the attention my tongue and lips. His lips lightly kissed the exposed nape of her neck, then moved his tongue to her ear, flicking over the tempting morsel of her lobe, "I was watching too."She moaned, long and low. This is what she wanted and needed. Right here in this dim lit alcove. No waiting to walk back down the passage to their room and the over-sized bed that waited. She wanted him now and he knew it. And from the thick bulge that strained at the front of his jeans and pressed at her buttocks, she knew he wanted the.