All of my masculinity began to fade away in the strong, sensual arms of these macho, buff guys she would invite over. I was a woman. I knew it, I felt...it, I wanted it so bad. I couldn't get enough of these drunken teasing sessions, and I wanted to take it to the next step. We would always let it culminate right to the edge of actual sex, and then stop short.I began to get frustrated. "Why can't I start? I'm so ready to suck a dick, I just can't wait any longer! Please, mistress. The next time. It seemed that sex for her was a necessary chore, something to keep him from straying. Lane made a very comfortable salary and that provided her with an extravagant lifestyle. He figured that her infrequent sex with him was her way of keeping him at home. Little did she know that he was indulging in all his fantasies online. He was the king of his virtual world. He had amassed a large following of women on his favorite site and they were his pets, eager to service his every need. Tina met Lane. Name changed…Uske bhare huye chutad gand aur madamast bhari huyi boobs aur gahri nabhi nanga pet kya batau ….Mera kuvara lund to tite hokar pant mai hi tambu banata tha….Uski age 36-38 hogi ek din mai aisehi unke ghar kisi kaam se gaya to janhavi bhabhi bartan saaf kar rhi thi vo boli are itne din kaha tha kitni bar tuze bulava diya aajkal tu dikhata nahi …Kya baat hai kahi koi chakkat to nahi …Mai unke samne baith kr bola are bhabhi aap bhi na kuch bhi booti ho bhala mera kya chakkar hoga. Soon both her cheeks had a uniform scarlet glow. With a final ten hard swats to the tender underside of her cheeks, I stopped the spanking.Slowly, her muffled sobs quieted and she turned her head to the side. Her face was streaked with tears as she cried softly. I rubbed her burning bottom gently, letting my hand move down between her legs. She spread her thighs, raising her hips as she continued to sniffle. Then I went for broke. I moved my hand further down into her wet, hot pussy. I had.