He looked at me for a second or two and then laughed. “God, you are not going to let me forget it are you” he said. I just smiled sweetly.We had a...nice meal, wine and some banter back and forth. I realised that he was quite a nice guy, if not a little submissive. My ex-boyfriend was exactly the opposite and that didn’t work out. I had particular needs and he crushed them immediately. Denis, I surmised, would be more easily accepting of whatever I suggested. I wondered how far he would go to. The man entered my apartment. That’s what he paid for. Access. He could do whatever he wanted in my apartment for up to two hours. He could watch a movie. He could smoke. He could eat. He could fuck me in any way he wished, for as long as he wished up to the allotted time. Sometimes they stayed longer. That was okay. In business, sometimes you have to stretch the rules.Here is a list of a few things I’ve been made to do as a whore for my mistress:Been fucked repeatedly in all three of my holes.. That's why I bought those!" You're telling me you are going to have periods!" Yup. Just like a normal girl my age would! That's what you wanted isn'tit? Realism?" Yeah, but I never knew they could do anything like that!" I heard about it, but thought it was an urban legend, but that's whatshe told me so...." Wait a minute! If you can shove a tampon up there , then you can alsohave.... No!" Yes! She told me that because of the way they make it, most of the guysout there wouldn't be able to tell. No response came. He tried again “Damien?” Still no response. Taking a look around, making sure everyone was asleep, he continued his task. His lanky fingers pulled at the waistband of his boxers and released his throbbing monster.It swung forward and slapped against his stomach before settling—only to throb again as it unleashed a spurt of pre-cum. He winced, needing not to look to know how hard it was.Harry's cock was beautiful—though big, reaching nine-and-three-quarter inches—and beyond.