Standing up I leaned up her body and kissed her. As I did so I pushed my hips forward and slide the whole length into her in one slow thrust, her warm...pussy accepting my cock as she moaned and wiggled gently under me.Holding position for a moment, I kissed her some more, our tongues brushing against each other. her pussy squeezing my cock. Breaking the kiss, I lifted myself up on my arms and started thrusting firmly - full length out, full length in, repeat several times. Pause, waiting for her. I spent my time reading books and playing on the computer. I grew weary of my lifestyle, and began looking through things of the occult and things my parents would never have spoken of with me. I became fascinated by telepathy and mind control. I never succeeded, but was still amused with it and kept practicing. Finally I got a job, and filled my time with work, long forgetting my studies. I never did make any friends. Finally I broke myself from my thoughts and looked at the time, realizing I. It wouldn’t be the last, either. There would be many more to come over the following days and weeks. ******** Things got worse. It was the following Tuesday when I got a call from Denise asking if she could cancel our next ménage. I’m not sure why I keep calling it that, except that it reminds me of better days—we were getting as ‘ménage’ as soured marmalade on burned toast. I asked, not hiding the disappointment in my voice, ‘What gives, Denise?’ She stammered for a moment before answering,. “Yes, sorry. I was just a bit startled by the picture. They’re wonderful photographs, but this one surprised me a bit, I suppose.”“Well, don’t look any further if that one upsets you. I’m afraid the rest of them are pictures taken during the opening weekend. Some of it is a bit heavy.”“It’s OK, really. Probably good therapy to see some everyday kinkiness.” For some reason, Jenny feels she can at least relax about her submissive responses with this woman. But isn’t that what Dommes are good at?.