I come downstairs in my new outfit and enjoy the look of surprise, and then of appreciation on his face. He reaches out to touch my hip, I feel the wa...rmth of his hand through the material. His hands are warm, but they make me shiver. He slides the hem up a little, his face is at the height of my navel. He kisses it gently, teasingly, and trails his tongue up and down my stomach. I tell him to sit back on the sofa, that I’m going to give him a private lap dance. I unzip his pants and push them. Luckily for her the spear shape of the cock made it much less painful than when her rapist did it to her, oh so long ago.What she hadn't taken into consideration is how big it would inflate as the animal got more and more aroused inside her. With each powerful stroke forward, the Wolf's cock began to grow in girth, tightening inside her more and more.At first it didn't bother Britney that much. In fact, it felt rather good to have a thicker shaft in her ass. But quickly it became much larger. ”“Dickie, I’m not sorry, I’ve always thought of down there as dark, musty and dirty but I don’t think I do anymore. That felt nice. And Dickie, you kissed me, that was sweet, but what brought that on?” There was a shyness in his voice, he said, “Abbie, I don’t know what inspired me, I guess I always thought the same way you just said, dark musty and dirty so I can’t tell you what came over me. I kissed you but I really wanted to put my tongue in you. I wanted to taste you; is that so bad of. ’ I said it automatically, without thinking. As soon as ‘Master’ was out of my mouth I breathed in quickly. My eyes had dipped down to his cock, and they shot up to his face. I was shocked at my word. It had slipped out. Yes, I had been thinking of this man as my Master, but so many men had only wanted to play or didn’t want to hear that word at all that I was afraid to us it, or the guy would just leave my life calling me a pervert. When the word ‘Master’ hit his ears there was no change for a.