.,but after a while i must have to realise it will not happen..i lost my virginity to a nobody...i was only 16 and eager to please all boys that sho...ed any interest at all...let's clarify .i'm not consider my self a miss america ,but defenetly not a bushpig...i did let anyone to fuck me as long as they treat me right ..i slipped to some form of appathy,what a hell ,so what...lost selfesteem,i lost interest in my studies ,distanced my self from my family and found my self very unpleased with. I always wanted it but couldn’t do it (but that is for another story).I remember how happy I was when my Mistress agreed to let me go to Munich for Oktoberfest. I had been there often prior to my being under her control. It was a marvelous festival. Since I had come under her control, she controlled virtually every aspect of my life- where I could go, what I was permitted to where, if I would be permitted to have an orgasm and how-if at all. Even I, who am not a beer drinker, could not resist. I let out a moan and started thrusting into his mouth like it was my own fucking pocket pussy. I put one hand on the back of the twink's head but before I could put the other hand there too it was grabbed by the hockey player and quickly guided to his own throbbing dick. Finally I could feel the entire mass of it and explored its shape with my hand, feeling every bump and vein. Even then, with it in my hand, I couldn't believe how thick it was. I thrust into the twink and felt the hockey player. Hot, filthy little thoughts. Mom had been on my mind for the past week, the image of her jilling off in my bedroom tattooed in my brain. I couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked, how sexy she looked ... how dirty she looked. Of course, my imagination inspired me to strip down to nothing and take my cock in hand. And then my bedroom door swung inward, revealing my mother, wearing nothing but a black size-too-small bikini, standing in the doorway in that super villainess stance of.