I love fucking outside and when the craze of dogging erupted I was beside myself with excitement. However, Daryl, my boyfriend at the time wasn’t qu...te as enamoured by the whole thing. He thought I was weird so unfortunately I had to let him go, who wants to be with someone who a) only likes missionary position and making love and b) couldn’t talk dirty if Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory depended on it. So, when I met Andrew on a night out and after I had tied him up and fucked him all night,. The present surroundings screamed out a change. The room was furnished with low couches in the most cloying 'feminine' pastel upholstery. The pattern of the wall covering looked like a cheap valentine. Flowers, voluptuous nymphs, cupids shooting arrows! Gad! The classical music Janet had previously favored had been replaced by 'romantic' soft rock. Kathy had made the receptionist turn off the TV tuned to Oprah re-runs.The reading material only rubbed in the office's disconcerting. Frankie curled on the bed and sipped at her champagne wondering what Kai had in store for her now and thinking she didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now.Kai emerged from the bathroom, held out his hand and lifted her from the bed, “bring the champagne with you, and get me one” he asked her.Frankie grabbed her flute and filled both hers and Kai’s to the top and followed him into the bathroom, her eyes nearly popped out of her head with excitement when she saw the Jacuzzi in. Nevertheless, I continued to masturbate myself, fantasizing about the black gentleman who had just willingly exposed his most private parts to my gratiating eyes. I heard the water turn on at the sink as I leaned back, my legs fully gapped open, and grasped my thick swollen shaft and began to rapidly masturbate myself. The steady rhythm of skin slapping against naked skin produced a distinct sound as I brought myself toward orgasm, desperately wanting to cum before this black gentleman departed.