..if only they allowed me to 'have' them, sexually, at least once! Latin culture tends to see men like me, as a fag, a 'maricon' in Spanish usage. Bu..., for the one receiving, say, a blow job, you were not a fag. It was a curious delineation, but that was the dynamic I knew I needed to keep in mind with men like him! As long as Javier saw himself as the 'top', and me as the 'bottom', his ego would not be threatened, and I was keen to keep that balance as much as possible!So, for perhaps half an. You know that feeling.”My pussy clenched as I remembered Daddy taking my cherry in the changing room. “Yes.”“I was his sex slave. He took me to dungeons. It’s where I met your Daddy. He was just getting into the lifestyle and, well, we had a lot of fun playing together.”The sponge washed farther down my thigh. My pussy tingled, my toes curling. I wanted her to wash my dirty cunt.“So you stopped being your Daddy’s good girl?” I asked, shocked.“I did. Because I fell in love with Mark. Your. "Ok." I stood and brushed the dirt off of my knees. His other hand came up to my stomach and he turned me to face him. "We're husband and wife now." He said. "It's time to kiss the bride." I was a little scared as his face got closer. I knew I shouldn't be playing games like this. It was wrong. But I was curious. I watched him as his lips met mine. His lips were warm and slightly wet, eliciting strange sensations as they moved against my own. My stomach felt watery as his tongue traced. Ok then lets get to a different level I thought, I moved my hand up and down Ginnis spine, rhythmically and quite firmly, in fact a proper massage, is that ok I said to her, yes thanks but can you just go a bit lower as its very sore there and swollen. I moved down further, under the cover of the blanket I felt bolder and I knew that my wife was going with us as she had closed her eyes pretending to fall asleep but was she, who cares as I was now getting a major erection, my cock end was.