That told me that someone else had already been there and that she liked it. She was my girl and I felt that I should have been the first to go there.... Whatever. We somehow managed to get through those years and two months after we graduated we took our vows in front of eighty-three family and friends.The first couple of years went by and I thought that Stella and I had a good solid marriage. Our sex life was very fulfilling as we both put what we learned while sowing our wild oats to use with. For a while she was pacing down the flat occasionally stopping in front of a large mirror. It was an exciting feeling being naked, only in stockings, and she decided to strengthen that feeling with high heels. Immediately after she puts them on, her back straightens, her head was up and she was very pleased with her image in the mirror. Her legs looked stunning in those stockings and she could understand why he likes them. Image of her bare pussy above the black lace was like a cherry on the. Katie said that she was pleased with me, and Sir said the same, and that I performed adequately for them. Mistress asked if I would come back every weekend as their personal slut? When I thanked Sir and Katie for allowing me to be their slave and slut, and agreed to come back whenever they wanted me, Katie then said there would be one last thing to do then. Sir reached and pulled my arms back and stretched out over my head while Katie unlocked my CB-2000. She said that she would allow me to cum. And, over time, Terry was surprised to discover that not only did the pain of being fucked by Serge’s big cock diminish, but that it actually reached the point where it was physically enjoyable. More than that, in the last week Terry had frequently experienced his own orgasm while the Man was fucking him. Thinking things over, the boy couldn’t help but conclude that Serge had been right - he was a fuck-bitch and he had a real pussy between his legs that needed to be fucked, just like a girl’s.