The first few inches were the true definition of a pain pleasure experience. As he put his dick inside of her, it shocked her, for had forgotten how b...ig it was and how it felt. She began to lightly cry as it was slightly painful but extremely pleasurable. As he began to go slowly back and forth inside, her pussy juices began to pour out of her. With each stroke, she began to feel the old fire that only Darrion could place inside of her. She begged him to go deep and deep inside her. After a. No, I wouldn't have long to wait at all.She wasn't first off the plane, but close. She saw me immediately and came on the run toward me. I held my arms open and she leaped into them. We held each other tightly, her feet not touching the ground as I kissed her face and lips and neck at a frantic pace.As some point I put her down and saw the tears. I also saw the smile. I wrapped her in my arms again, holding her for fear she would be gone again if I didn't."I love you, Nicole." I love you too,. My submissive soul knew this. I knew I was becoming trapped and I didn't care.In the past weeks I had grown somewhat accustomed to the perpetual frustration. I adjusted as best I could at work. The world did look different. Every small eroticism was tripled. I noticed the women in my day to day life differently. Certain images on TV or in a magazine set off the constant desire. I managed though. I made it those first few weeks with just willpower and the desire to obey. I would adapt. . I’d fucked my wife on the hallway floor the previous day, and while I’d certainly enjoyed the spontaneity of it, I didn’t really want to make a habit of it. My knees would never forgive me.“Bed,” I said, and the girls quickly obeyed, almost tripping over each other in their attempt to obey my commands. The tape in my hand quickly made its way into my wife’s stereo, and I hit “play”, the addicting music from the final tape filling the room as I turned back towards the two teenage temptresses.