“Hello McConnell,” purred a voice as one arm slid around his shoulder and another rested on his hip.Before he could answer, soft lips where on his... and all the memories flooded back. They came rushing over the tongue that slid in to his mouth and filling his mind with dancing nights, days of running and laughter and the warm glow of love that had lived over his heart and burned in his belly.She pulled him in to the room, her hands gentle up insistent on his neck and bottom.It was dark in the. She turned away, too embarrassed to say anything.There was an awkward silence, with Suzanne's question hanging in the air unanswered.Glory thought, She knows! Oh God, she knows! How totally humiliating. She must think I'm a complete slut! Gaawwwd, and I'm wearing his slave collar for all to see. I AM a complete slut - a slut for his cock! Even now, with my face burning red, I can't stop salivating, wishing I could finish him off with my mouth!Suzanne didn't want to push the issue any further.. ‘You’re taking a double?’ Jennifer asked as she noted Dom pick one up. ‘Yeah, I like to roll over in the night. Don’t want to bunch up the singles, I’ve ripped more than one doing that.’ He said with a chuckle as he tossed a single sleeping bag to Jennifer. She thanked him and watched as he unraveled two black straps from the top of the backpack and looped it over the rolled up bag. He then clipped it together making the sleeping bag secure on the top of his backpack. She felt the wind pass her. Right from the start the top felt familiar. His way of being dominant, the way he talked and the way he fucks, so familiar. I was with a guy for about 6 months and he was exactly like this guy. He was so not a dominant kind of guy in his life/work, but in the bedroom he wanted it and had expressed that to me. He explored it with me and more and more embraced it and rocked my cock off. Just remembering the process of being patient with him once i picked up on what he was going for turns me on to.