. seeing it had become curiously arousing. I found it very strange to feel myself as excited and as horny as I was, seeing the three of them together ...like this. By this time of course, I was no longer trying to pretend I wasn't aware of what was going on. My eyes were glued to the last row of seats they were in. When the woman suddenly sat up, looking back towards me herself with a very wanton look on her face, I smiled rather than looking away. She smiled back, and then shocked, surprised, and. Since finding myself at Tay’s mercy I have read a lot about submission and domination and the fetish and what parts of our brain cause us to be one way or the other. I’ve done online tests about myself. I know exactly why when I am fingering myself (edging Tahlia calls it, I even need her permission to orgasm these days but I am still forced to masturbate (or get to an edge) four times a day) I know exactly why my mind goes back to that moment trapped in the locker.For the type of submissive I. She could feel the rigid pole against the top of her thigh as she drunkenly bucked up against it and the music seemed to grow louder. The stranger slid his hands to her hips and I saw him lightly hold her from behind as he dipped his own hips, before grinding his crotch upwards into her ass. As the crowds pushed us from side to side, Catherine found herself sandwiched between us, between our two hard cocks, straining at our jeans as she slid her hands over my ass and moved up against my chest.. I didn’t have to wait long. Just a few more strokes and I broke into another orgasm, longer and harder than my first. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Oh Fuck! That’s so good!”My orgasm subsided and he withdrew his dick from my pussy. “Oh shit…”, I breathed deeply as he climbed onto the bed beside me positioning his cock near my mouth. Eagerly I grabbed it and sucked as much of it as I could down my throat. It was so hot, tasting myself on this strange dick, gently rubbing the prick in my other hand. Dean.