She whispered to me that she loved the attention but that she only allowedbuggery after a beating. Fair enough, I thought at the time. I still do. Suf...ficeto say that is a rule that we both strictly adhere to, to this day, and shegets buggered rather often. Coffee restored us somewhat and allowed us to have a slightly more rationalconversation about our mutual desires and expectations. It turned out the Amanda had been married up until about five years before,when she had lost her husband in a. " As I said this, Bob moved closer to inspect the boot which I was nowresting on my knee. But as he looked at the boot his eyes spotted the bigtent in my lap. In one fast move, Bob bent over and groped my crotch andsaid: "Shit! You're fucking around with my boots!" As he said this he madeanother grab at my crotch and caught my balls which he proceeded tosqueeze. "Please, Bob! Let go of my balls! That hurts." As Bob released his grip on my balls a smirk began to creep across hisface.. . too dark to see, but I had no doubt at all that this was nota dream. When my dreams feel real, it's just the illusion of reality - thedetails are only there when I look for them. Now I could feel all thedetails: My face pressing against the pillow, with no stubble. My smoothlegs, so short that my toes could not reach the foot of the bed. My manpressing against my backside...As I lay there, he slipped one of his hands inside my panties and begancaressing my bottom. I loved it... but it was. She continued her kisses down my thighs and returned up my legs, licking my inner thighs until she came upon my raging cock."Please Master," she asked softly, "may I?" I nodded my assent with disbelief. She crawled on top of me, letting her breasts drag against my skin until she straddled my hips with hers own. Taking my cock in hand, she guided it between her legs and slowly sat down. I felt my cock split her nether lips and enter a tight, wet cave. The fit was tight, almost too tight.She.