Shaken by all of this, I got undressed and put on my regular clothes. About 20 minutes later there was another knock on the door. It was Geoff again. ...Everything alright? You seemed a bit jumpy before. Can I come in?'. Geoff was one of these older retired guys who like to look after the community - neighbourhood watch and all that. He was a widower and a bit lonely I think, and had taken mum under his wing after the divorce. I let him in and we went through to the kitchen. I made us both a cup. I pictured the oiled hand on that huge cock and liked the sound of his voice. Slow deep and sexy and I could not wait to see him the next day. He loved morning sex as it energised him for his stressful job. I knew he was a policeman of some kind and that was all I needed to know. A good hard strong man of the law pounding that cut big cock into my sexy tight man pussy was a handsome thought. I prayed he would not be too energetic and hurt me. His voice got deeper and I heard the wet sounds as. The discomfort gone, Maria let loose and danced up a storm with her friends, she grinded on men commenting on their costumes and flirting shamelessly. The night seemed to last forever. Oblivious to the fact that her friends were gone, Maria caught the eye of a man dressed as what she could only assume to be an underwear model, the sweat was gleaming on his muscles as he danced with his tight boxer briefs leaving little to the imagination. Grabbing Maria’s hand he bought her drink after drink. With his free hand, the Major took hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it all the way up to my hips, revealing my bum in its naked glory, not to mention a birds eye view of his fingering of my cunt.I groaned again, his humiliating remark of not letting me cum until he disciplined me.There was a strange yet wondrous feeling about sex, debasement, domineering and submission, I was submitting to this mans sexual fantasies, but deriving sexual pleasure from it.It sounded louder than the pain I.