I’d held Tim’s cum on my tongue, and remembering my earlier promise to Nessie to pick up where we’d left off that afternoon, I crawled across th...e floor to her, caressing her as she finished cleaning Paul’s cock in her mouth and turned to me. She had got the same idea! We kissed, a full French kiss, in front of our boyfriends, and, open-mouthed, we swapped their respective gifts. Paul’s cum washed into my mouth as I transferred some of Tim’s love deposit into Nessie’s. Combined, I was surprised. I let myself breathe with a loud gasp.I clenched my fists and groaned as he moved into me. I thought letting go would be scary, but it was rather exhilarating or rather more freeing. It was pure bliss, almost as if I was floating in the air. I didn’t have any desire of my own, a mind of my own.I was a mindless bimbo to be used for my Master’s pleasure. I knew that was all I wanted to be – A mindless bimbo, just for my Master.I remember saying something like: “Master, use me please.” Then I. We met on an evening my wife was out with the k**s I came over and she answered to door in just a t shirt. She told me how horny she was. I reached under her shirt and she was dripping. We went to her bed she stripped me naked and I pulled her shirt off she smelled so good and looked so hot. Her firms boobs looking at me and her fat belly drooping down a little over her pussy. She layed back and I pushed her belly back and started lapping her wet juices. She almost instantly came. She. I guessed single rentals weren't that common."So ... what are you running from?" she asked out of the blue.I was a bit startled. She was bold, and yet there was no hint of smart-ass. She was being careful with her curiosity. She genuinely did want to know, I thought."A bad marriage," I finally admitted."Oh, uhhhh ... sorry I asked," she looked away."No problem." How long?" she asked after a long silence, looking me right in the eyes."Ten years." Oh ... that sucks. That's a pain." She was.