It was mid-afternoon before we were ready to leave. Since the moon would be nearly full tonight, I decided to head for home despite how late in the da...y it was. I had no desire to unload and reload all the camels, and the men who usually did that were dead. Hell, I didn’t even know how to unload a camel. I’d deal with that problem after we got home.I led, and had the girls follow. I warned them to stay alert for more bandits chasing us, but hoped nobody would miss the bandits for a few days. I. "What was his name" he asked himself? He looked into the purse and found his driver's license said he was now named Denise Johnson. He was further to intrigued to find a card that said "Mistress Denise, professional discipline and domination. He was a dominatrix?? In a few minutes he was let off at a large and well-decorated townhouse. Taking the keys out of Franks purse "Steve" opend the door the townhouse and asked him with a smile if he could do anything more before he left? Frank. “He was hard. I was hot. I needed cock. Tell him how hot it was, Caitlyn.” She hummed. “It was. Gary was so hard. And your wife was stunning and so sexy. I wanted to kiss her myself, but I’d never done that before.” “And you came?” Todd asked his wife, his hips pounding a regular rhythm against Caitlyn’s body. “God, yes!” Lena answered. “He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. His lips seemed to sear into my flesh. I came when his cock slid into me.” “And you didn’t try to stop it?” Todd. Suddenly struck by the fact that I’m alone with myself, a ragged breath consumes me. Elated by the knowledge that I alone know what makes my body feel best, I’m lost to the familiar dampening between my legs. I bite my bottom lip. Give a little teasing pinch to my nipples. A giggle escapes me like a million tiny musical bubbles dancing in the air. In this moment, I absolutely adore myself. My body is ravaged by nervous jitters of anticipation. I feel like it’s my first time with a new lover as.