.. and at some point I even wanted this orgasm, ... directly on the hand of this stranger, ... in front of all people, ... present to me, ... show the...m my orgasm ... and I wanted to hand my body, my feelings, my will, my vagina completely into the controlling hands of this stranger, ... deliver me to his will and that of the crowd.Never before had I enjoyed the control of another person as much as on the dance floor in the stranger's hands.And never before had the feeling of loss of control so. As the wine took gentle effect, none of us being regular drinkers, we all relaxed further into each other’s company. Fingers trailed and hands loitered, shoulders, thighs, buttocks all became acceptable targets for attention.Finally, Aimee produced another bag, this one was stiff and made of glossy paper of heavy stock with ribbon ties and handles. I recognised the pink and black logo as an upmarket sex shop from the boutique part of town.Aimee pulled the ribbon ties and held the bag open as a. The chieftain had been quick to point out that males could have many wives. The arguing went on for three days before I was brought to a chapel where I was quietly married to Megan. Only my mother and hers were there with the priest.After that I packed two chests on a couple of spare horses and went to the nomads camp. Megan stood beside me in fighting gear and wearing two short swords. A wild teenager was pulled and pushed out and before I knew it we were married. I was given more horses from. His hands caressed her soft breasts, her nipples becoming erect from his touch. He kissed her right breast, circling the nipple with his tongue. He loved the taste of her skin. He turned his delight on her left breast, showing it just as much pleasure. ‘Let me taste you.’ she moaned. She in turn removed his shirt, running her hands along his chest. The feel of his skin was erotic to her touch. She leaned forward and began kissing his neck. Hungry for more, she slowly made her way down,.