" So what are your limitations?" "I definately don't do s**t and nothing with a****ls, but pretty much anything else is open to negotiation." Negotiat...on. That sort of takes the spontenaity out of it." She looked dubious.I smiled. "The negotiation doesn't necessarily have to be pro forma."She was intrigued, "What do you mean?" I've always been a proponent of the safety word. You know, both partners agree on a secret word that absolutely means don't or stop since sometimes you don't want don't. She instead pulled out a deep black satin bustier and untied her robe.Katherine hung up her blue robe and started hooking the tiny metalcatches of the bustier around her waist. Twisting the catches around toher back, she wiggled it up to cradle her full new breasts.They were a present from Bob. After they'd been dating for about a year,Bob offered them to her. At only twenty-five, her figure had been prettydarned good, but he'd always paid a lot of attention to them and she'dfinally asked him -. "Think about it boy, what kind of person invites a complete stranger over and in less than 30 seconds takes his cock in their mouth and ass". "What are you boy?" I'm a whore, a slut Sir?" I guessed out loud. "That's right faggot, you're a SLUT" he said loudly. "C'mon and say it". Groaning, as he shoved his cock in again I said "I'm a slut". He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "I didn't hear you, say it louder". "I'm a SLUT sir" I moaned, "Louder" he commanded. I was worried about. Now my hard cock was in full view of her and her eyes were even wider now. It was large in every kind of aspect, matching my body build. ‘Are you okay with this?’ I asked in a low tone. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she said no. Probably still work my way to her breaking point? I was too turned on by the sight of her to want to give up now. ‘I’m fine,’ she whispered, taking her eyes from my cock and looking at my face. I was quick to slide my fingers beneath her panties as soon as she gave.