‘Why don’t you take this shirt off, Michael.’ I certainly didn’t need to be told that twice by a beautiful woman, especially when she was lyin... next to me. I discarded my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I began removing the t-shirt that she had worn to bed. ‘You are so sexy in my shirts,’ I said as I peeled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. ‘But then again, you would look sexy in an old paper bag,’ I stated, as we roled into each other once again. She draped her leg over me,. My mouth was offered cocks, nipples, even pussies, often while being fucked at the other end. Someone pulled my head back, pissing directly into my mouth. This fetish caught onThe huge turn-on here was that I was able to see it all close up and unfettered. When spanked I used to love to see the marks after the event. To see the redness, the welts, the cane marks as they appeared and flourished took me to an entirely new level. To see the tormentor raised, come down and dig into your own flesh. I've spent many a night thinking about this as I've teased my clit to orgasm. On one particularly horny day, I'd been sharing my fantasy with a stranger online while I played with my pussy and he suggested that I actually do it. I was so turned on that I decided to post an ad on a popular classified ads website before I lost my nerve. It was quick and to the point. A blow job in exchange for cash. Once posted I laid back, nervous, and waited to see if anyone replied. Within minutes my inbox was. One day we set out taking with us a picnic lunch supplied by the hotel at a cost I thought should have included a waiter.We drove off towards the New Forest with a map, a list of Real Estate for sale and the names of local beauty spots of course we got lost not long after looking at the first house, we stopped in at a village we came across had a coffee got directions to the next house to look at and once again set off, after looking at the we set off again down country lanes and got lost.