''feeling in his complete control after only 2 ''fun times''''lets go to my place then''i wasnt sure after we got to his place and he undress me''wtf ...ou are in boxer?''throswn naked on the floor and ass slap so hard i crawl foward lookig back at him unbucling''you sissy boy dont deserve to be a boy , you belong in panty all all fucking time craving cock up in there''he watch me try to get up afraid his belt in his hand and i was left to stand up pn;y for him to thrown me again on the floor. Bartlett. Mr. Bartlett was a big hunter and Chuck was always flying him somewhere in the company plane with clients to kill something! Chuck and I actually hit it off and other than the fact he had fucked my wife since I had he was a pretty nice guy. We talked for a while. I went to get another beer and asked Chuck if wanted anything, He said, “No thanks, I don’t drink because I never know when I might get a call at anytime to fly somewhere to take or pick someone up.” I found out he didn’t. ."She broke off the sentence, and followed with a long pause and a purred recollection of pleasure."Well..." she continued in a playful voice, "I think you know what the last thing I remember is. I recall that you were a big part of it! I always sleep better after a hard workout." She gave out a laugh, which bridged the gap between pleasure and teasing.She nestled closer into him, signaling a desire to start the day where the night had ended."Let's go for a morning swim," Paul said."Maybe. Until his customer has finishedhe is chained somehow, even if it's only one ankle or wrist. It makes it awkwardto dress him sometimes but so what?My perfectly manicured hand rests on my thigh as I watch the slut kneel beforehim and lustfully kiss his nylon covered legs. Her hands run up and down hissmooth thighs and he wriggles, not sure he's enjoying the sensations and unableto protest or escape as her mouth moves ever nearer to his silk panties.The slut's fingers slide inside his panties,.