And then ending in a loud "Haaaaauuuuaahahahhh" from a violent fuck-pump into my sex as I returned to sexual servitude and erotic perfection. Master k...new what he was doing. He watched my orgasm and that got him off. That was highly prioritized in a primitive guttural, simple way, like air or food. He wanted to make me cum, and he had. So now he focused on dominating me and making me take him as he came. Master doubled his grip strength and control over me and made me keep taking it up my. She explained “I have never done this. Bring a man I just met home, that is.” He responded “It’s ok. Don’t feel like you have to do anything. We can just hang out.” She responded “give me a second. I need to change and get my head straight. You have me flustered.” He sat in the living room. It seemed like an hour. He decided to go find her. He walked through the house looking in each room. He saw a light on and went to that door. He looked into the room and saw her in the. Then she pushes her palm down on my clit area. With the other hand, she slides loose skin (which I have all too much of) down from my lower belly, pushing into the crotch area. This puts a lot of indirect pressure on my clit, and when her lubricated hands start rubbing, she gets a massive orgasm or two from me in just a minute or so. (I've thought about asking my husband to do this, but I can't figure out how to tell him how. Jodi won't give me the details, saying they are a trade secret. I. . Yeah..." My head was spinning. I was admitting my deepest,darkest secret to Stewart. Part of me was waiting for him to throw meout of his apartment, but he just took it all in, more curious thananything, and not being judgmental at all."So...you were the girl, then." Yeah, I guess so..." And I admitted that it hadn't been a one-timething, and that it had gone on for several years."You'd fit right in in Tanzania!" he chuckled. He told me about some ofthe boys he had known back home that.