He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick.What does that have to do with this? Simple, it's not always about what you expect. It's abou...t more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes they're missed. Sometimes you are in control and sometimes you're controlled.In the end, isn't it all about pleasure? How much pleasure do you get in a day? Me? I prefer as much as possible, all I can get.That's why I'm a pet. I don't know if that first experience in the back of. She'd already been wet from her earlier orgasm so the pen entered her quite easily. It wasn't long though before she'd felt it push against the thin membrane of her hymen.'Here goes!' she'd thought and pushed the pen further inside her. The pain, although expected still came as a surprise. It was intense, but she'd soon realised, fleeting as almost immediately it began to subside. She'd kept the pen inside her for a while but derived no pleasure from it, so slowly withdrew it. She'd cleaned the. "By this time she was once again deep into her own fantasy, eyes still closed, and her body swaying in my arms. I could feel the tension in her, but I could also feel tremors going through her as she reacted to my words. I pressed close to her back, hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the steps up to the stage. She moved slowly, almost blindly, but finally opened her eyes and climbed the steps. I stayed at the bottom, waiting to see what would happen.She slowly moved to the centre of the. Eventually my hand made its way up her inner thigh to her freshly shaved pussy ,she moaned when my finger slipped inside. After finger fucking her and getting her wet she said “I have your favorite snack are you hungry for it”.She knew what the answer was , I said “I have always loved the snacks you have”.When she moved over me to turn the light off I slipped her robe up and kissed her bare ass, She lingered there on her knees allowing my fingers to slip up and down her lips . She moaned.