I had always been taught to respect women and this seemed different to my views. She asked me what was wrong and I told her. She started laughing. "Oh...Master, respect has nothing to do with it. I love being called a slut and whore as well as fucktoy. I know you would never think that of me, thats the reason I approached you in the first place...that and I get so wet watching you pin people to the mat!"I took a few seconds to process her words. Finally in a quiet voice..."Master wants his. She smiled and left the room. About, maybe a week later there was this huge thunder storm, I’m not scared of the lightning, by no means at all, but where my room was setting on a balcony, every clap of lightning and thunder was very loud keeping me up all night. So, without thinking I got up and moved to my mom’s room. I didn’t even ask, I just lay down and went to sleep next to the woman who had given me my second sexual experience (that story soon to cum!). I lay there for a total of. She turned around, her ass rubbing into my groin as we danced. I felt so alive. Nothing mattered except the beat of the music and the dance. Someone was behind me, rubbing up against my ass. A man, I realized with a naughty thrill, feeling his hard bulge rub against my ass. A happy pride surged through me, the man was hard for my body.I ground my ass back into him, leaning my back against his broad chest, feeling his scratchy whiskers on my delicate neck. This was so much fun. Leah was right,. Preetha came across the seat and her arms went around my neck. Our lips were locked together; our tongues were darting into the other’s mouth. My hand came up and cupped a large firm breast. I felt her fingers tighten around my erection, which was still growing. I am not a super stud, but I am not afraid to show my “Mr. Feel good” to any girl”.I said, “I am so sorry about this but I have never in my life felt this kind of attraction for any one. Please forgive me.” “no need to say a word, I.