I was sat waiting with dressing gown over nervous as hell but so excited about having a real man use me like a good sissy slut. As the door knocked I ...eluctantly opened it as soon as I stepped back and door was shut David reached and in one movement pulled dressing gown open and off my shoulders... I stood in panties stockings head down he took my hand led me in the front room sat down and told me to kneel between him feet .. I did as told as nervous of his build and size I'm 5.8 he well over. Her present to him had also come under the tree, those new boots wrapped around him for the better part of four hours that night.The memory aroused him.It has always been that way for me:Anger, distress, sadness, physical or mental pain caused Doug to seek out sexual pleasure, or at least sexual release. Yet, he never craved emotional pain for the release. Sex and orgasm were the cure, a pleasurable cure, but just a cure nonetheless. The rush of endorphins, the primal effort, the way the. She was superb! "My dear you look good enough to eat!" I told her. "But before I have dessert, we should probably have that dinner that smells so good!" She flashed me a small, shy smile. "Yes, Master. It's just about ready. Would you like a drink to go with dinner?" "That would be wonderful. A glass of wine - you know what I like. And pour yourself one as well." "Yes, Master. Two glasses of wine it is," she said, smiling broadly. After she brought the roast to the table, we got ready to eat.. For example, the night she gave herself four boobs, was especially fun for me. Then there was the time while she was giving me a handjob, she told me I could cum until I cried the magic word uncle. I lasted exactly six minutes and forty-two seconds. It did annoy her though because I literally spewed cum all over her body. After I was done, she went to have a shower and left me with explicit instructions to clean up my mess while she was gone. Gross! Also, I found that I was incredibly thirsty.