When we arrived, he explained the measuring process. Itwould start with me stripping and then him building a plaster cast (made frommedical casting ga...uze) from my waist down - in about the shape of a speedo(swimsuit).? After the plaster cured, hewould cut it off and I would be allowed to shower removing any residue, thenre-dress. He explained that over the next eight weeks, he would make areverse image of the cast and from that image he would make the actualbelt.? The belt would be made from. She said nothing. Instead, she dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact, before pulling the hem of my shorts down, exposing my cock that was slowly growing in anticipation of what she had planned with it. Still, nothing was said as she kept our eyes locked before pushing my legs apart and moving in between them. She grasped a hold of my inflating member, giving it a firm squeeze, before my appendage met the warmth of her mouth. I gasped as she closed her lips around the head of my dick,. I describe how I want them to direct the action, and that I love to be told what to do, and sometimes made to do it. I talk about how I adore a big fat cock stuffed deep in my throat, my need to be spanked and have my hair pulled, and how I want to bury my face in between her breasts and thighs. I love having fingers inside me and for him to taste me...The guy asks if im ready to be fucked like the whore I am. "I thought you'd never ask," I say. I've been wanting and waiting for this too long. “OK, that’s fine by me, just my cock and you, just sex, makes it more pleasurable don‘t you think?” “Yes, pleasure is what I want and so help me god you are going to pleasure me absolutely!” I responded. I settled down, my drink relaxing me enough to start thinking more clearly. He finished his drink and I said, “Let’s go!” Since it was early afternoon and my husband was still at work and would be working late, I said, “We are going to my place and we can fuck there.” Again I surprised myself.