I slipped the hand that was massaging his balls further between his legs, Mr P helpfully shifting his legs wider apart, and began to stroke that sensi...ive patch of skin between anus and sac. I heard Mr P groan as my soapy fingers slid further back and brushed lightly against his asshole. His breath became heavier and his groans louder as I continually teased his anus, stroking my finger up and down along his crack, then round and round his rubbery opening, before finally applying a small amount. "He's coming," she stated worriedly, looking toward where the lightning flashed again. BOOOOOMM!"I know," I replied. I didn't take my eyes off of her.She turned to meet my gaze. Why was she was acting so differently than normal? Less haughty? "What do you want me to do?" she asked."Kiss me."Demie didn't hesitate, leaning her head toward me, her lips pursed.As our lips touched I screamed.I was still screaming as I woke. She was kissing me! I was going to die!"ROWWRRR!" What...what...?" I was in. There would be couples there, bottles of wine and simple chit chat. Oh, and would I be the entertainment? Sounded like fun so I said yes and agreed to arrive about an hour after the other guests to ensure they were all there and relaxed.I turned up at their door and was invited in by the husband, Pete. He led me to the kitchen which was empty of people though there was chat and laughter coming from their siting room/diner.“Now you’re here”, Pete said. “Do you mind being the submissive for. Looking back, I know this to have been a classic case of the need to be careful about what one wishes for. It may have been a frustrating period, but things were about to change extremely rapidly. And not immediately for the better.Inevitably, too, things moved on at precisely the wrong moment. I had actually just agreed to spend a few weeks working through a reconfiguration programme with CareSpan, a major UK charity - which is what I did in real life - when Carla got back in touch With.