“Really, Master?” I asked. “Yes, really,” he said. “But as you made me repeat myself, you will be punished when we get back.” “Yes, Mast...r,” I said, my spirits not a bit dampened. I hadn’t been punished in several days and the bruises had faded with the humiliation of the last time. Plus Master was surprising me with a night out. My clothes were laid out on the bed: a tight strappy blouse and a mini skirt, the black lace panties and bra. It was unusual for Master to allow me to wear panties and. After a few moments, she noticed that his cock was fully erect. It looked like it was over 10 inches.As Jessica huddled back behind the wall she noticed that her cunt was sopping wet. She couldn’t stop thinking about Damien stroking his thick ebony cock. She wondered what it would feel like to have Damien pound her tight nineteen year old pussy. She wondered what it would feel like to gag on his pulsating sausage while he urged her to take more. She began to finger herself sitting right there. One time she said, "I want a round bicep-ball like yours."Squeezing it she said, "Hmmm. Why is mine so much harder?"She was, unfortunately, correct.The buddy relationship began on our wedding night. We were twenty-four years old and had been living together for two years, so making love on our wedding night was not the priority that it might have been for others.We got drunk in the hotel bar before going up to our room. Rather than make love, she wanted to arm wrestle. We did it on the bed. She. I rested my hand on the inside of his thigh - and slid it up toward his cock. He tensed yet again. I leaned over, again, and said "Stop me if this is not what you wish!" He exhaled deeply, like a long sigh, and simply smiled. I called for the check, and we left the restaurant. I asked him if he would like a ride to his dorm. He nodded, and said, "My dorm mate is gone for the weekend." I smiled again, leaned over to him, and stroked his cheek with my hand. I stared into his eyes, longingly and.