Hanging up the phone, she lingers over the sound of his voice, the huskiness that shows his passion for her. ‘Cup them for me honey, caress them,’...he had said. She reaches up for her breasts, weighing their fullness with her small hands. The nipple hardens further, poking through her finger tips. Lying back on the headboard, she begins to touch and play with them as he does. Taking as much of the entire breast in her hand as possible, she pulls and stretches it a bit, tapering her fingers to a. And thatwasn't much of a push either.I felt something change in me. It was the feeling of acceptance. I wouldturn control over to her. I would ... serve her."Mistress?" I said, standing a little taller."Yes, Lucy?" Mistress, can I have titties for Christmas?"She smiled. A victor's smile. A Mistress's smile."Does sissy want tittles?" she said. "I was going to get you a buttplug, but that may have to wait for your birthday. Would you like that,Lucy? Or would you like the real thing this time? Do. He grabbed a condom, covered his penis and inserted his long dick mine in a stroke. The great feeling ever. I loved it, he was fucking me slowly, putting his dick deep inside me and taking it out and in again. Then I asked him to fasten it. He started to give a full on, giving a fast thrust and his balls tapping my back with sound. He was so furiously fucking me. He came in another 20mins. Loved his stamina and enjoyed it to the core.He said me that he love foreplay very much than to go on with. Never mind what goes on at home - her head would completely explode if she found out about that! She must know with her "Goody-goody" network that I come and go from this room a lot, and she must assume based on everything she knows about me that sex goes on in there. But if she were to actually learn the details, that would be a whole different matter. It's like what Glory said earlier: it's one thing to know something theoretically, it's another to see it face to face.Christine said, "Alan!.