Then a slower song came on and Jensen asked Misha to dance, to which Misha accepted. As they dance arm in arm she could feel him pulling her closer, c...ose enough to feel his breath on her neck and his manhood against her belly. She also explained how with each dance they became closer and more daring until they were finally kissing on the dance floor and agreed they would need to move their party to a more intimate location. It was at this point Misha told Jensen about her being married to. After all, all I really wanted to do was to try it and, if I didn't like it, then there would be no recriminations, no hard feelings.If I didn't like it? I fucking loved it! I took the cheapest room, posting the room number in a private message online. I took a quick shower and passed the time surfing porn, wearing only a towel. I left the door unlocked, as agreed, opened the bottle of wine I had brought and settled down to wait. He was late, only by a few minutes but it was enough for me to. Now I found myself moving my arse in a provocative manner, pushing it up and trying to spread my cheeks so I could feel my anus open up. The belt struck me again across my cheeks making the familiar load cracking sound, but I also heard another sound, the sound of a zip being drawn down. One of the old men was getting his cock out!The thought of an old man pulling his cock at the sight of my bum would normally have made me run for cover, but today it made me hornier than ever. My exposed bottom. A bit more back ground on myself, I am 5-8in stocking feet and a svelte 150 pounds that is down from a manly 222pounds. I am not a shrinking violet just a retiring one.I overlooked one aspect of going ahead with the surgery before I was donewith hormones; my breasts kept growing in size. Six months after mysurgery I was a D plus. Och! My aching back!Well, I got impatience - 19 months into my new life. I jumped thetimeline; I advanced my schedule and moved up my surgery day. So after20.