Julie would take Sarah almost to the brink of an orgasm with frantic fucking, then slow the pace as she moaned and writhed under her. Sweat was slicke...d on both woman's bodies as Julie withdrew until just the tip was inside Sarah's pussy and teasing her with little movements looked down at her and said softly, "what was that word again?...bed?... or leg?" As Sarah tried to understand Julie slammed her hips forward in a single powerful thrust and this time held deep inside as she leant forward. I remember laughing at her warning that I would look good enough to fuck in it. Oh, yes, I did say my wife. You see I am her cross-dressing slave slut husband. When I turned to the mirror I could see that she was right.This was supposed to be a hot play party. Unfortunately my lady wouldn't get there till after 11. I was told to go and be a good girl until then. There were most of our regular party animals attending along with a good many I hadn't met. I noticed many of our leather friends from. Jennifer froze when she heard his question. She had really called him master."Of course you called him master. Cunt, you are his plaything, his horny little sex slave," the voice in her head told her in a mocking tone."It was not important," Jennifer mumbled, desperately hoping he had not heard what she said. This hope turned out to be futile as she heard his answer. "Not important compared to how you wantonly thrust yourself on me?" the doctor asked with a mocking voice. Jennifer blushed as he. I used to try to sleep but I wake up screaming nonsense, feeling so terrified I can't think, absolutely drenched in sweat; the bedding would be stained yellow and stink of death. During the day, I get flashbacks of parts of my ship with various damage and friends' bodies blown apart, gaping holes in the hull seeing ships explode into puffs of smoke and a thousand little bits of silvery metal.Mostly, I just want to disappear inside myself and never come out; watch the universe pass by without.