This is what happened the only time ive cheated but i want to do it again, tell me what you would do to me and i may send you some photo's i was out i... a pub with my bf he was chatting with hi mates i sat off with a friend and waited for the band to start, a guy got chatting to me and although he was almost 50 he was polite and friendly although not much to look at, my bf kept bringing me drinks and i got closer to the guy as more people squashed into the pub, i was sitting close to him and his. She writhed as my hands caressed her, and moved her to that classic pornographic position, head down, bottom up in the air, legs slightly splayed. She spread her arms out wide and grasped a post in each hand, as my hands and lips explored down her backbone, and tongued her tight brown ring. She tasted of coconut and spice, and groaned deeply as the tip of my tongue penetrated her. “Yessss…….Master.”, she hissed, “I am yours to use”. With such encouragement, I could do no less than comply with. By the time He was done, Mistress was already asleep so He stayed with His bitch while i went to my place on the cot. Sunday after breakfast and a morning cum deposit, Master had arranged that a tattoo /piercing parlor would be open. His bitch's nipple and cunt lip piercings were opened up to take 8 gage rings and two more were added to her cunt lips. Opening up the existing holes was merely uncomfortable, but going direct to 8 gage on the new piercings really hurt. After the bleeding stopped,. Then, inside, the odour of the institutional cleaner, or the smell of people in the throes of recovery or impending death. There was no distinction in this place. Everything smelled the same. The cafeteria menu would not change, regardless of whether the diner was the healer or the healed, the sick or the well, the severely hurt or the hypochondriac."Sean, I know you're still no finer off now than when my son passed on," the old woman offered in a tremulous monotone."Passed on?" the young man.