Since when have you ever had to ask me if we could talk?"She gave me a nervous smile and said, "This is different."As I looked across the table at her...I was thinking of how we had gotten to this point in our life.I met Marsha at my sister's eighteenth birthday party. My parents were pretty open minded and regardless of the local liquor laws they had allowed us to have wine with dinner and when I turned eighteen I was allowed to drink beer in the house. They gave the same freedom to my sister. The only thingI can hear is the voice of my master.The images are of beautiful cocks and handsome men and beautiful tgurlspleasing those cocks and those men. Over and over and over. My master'spicture is among the images. My picture is among the images. There aretoo many other men included for me to pick out any single one for me tofigure him as my man for this time. There are women in the images to.Women being served by beautiful tgurls, beautiful sissies, beautifulshemales. I'm in those. I couldn't wait to see her, and late tomorrow afternoon I had to pick her up at the airport here in town. The day she arrived at the airport seemed to drag by so slowly.My best girlfriend of my entire life was coming to see me for a week. I was at the airport an hour early and the plane landed an hour late. It didn't matter once I saw her walking my way with her suitcases, I could tell it was her the second I set eyes on her. We ran and hugged and we both had that teenager laugh still that use. I moan as the pain fades into pleasure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the leather running over my tender, aching skin. It rubs over my clitoris- oh yesss- and again, sliding over the wetness of my desire for him. “Oh baby” he mutters, and pushes the tip of the belt inside me. The leather is warm, and wet, and he spins it around inside me, bringing the walls of my vagina to life. Slowly, he pulls it out, taking a moment to rub it over my clitoris as he does. My skin is.
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