I wasn't expecting you to last that long, and I would have been a little hurt if you had. I know it's been a long and emotional day for you. And, I am... still leaving it up to you. If you want to stop now, even though it will leave me with raging blue balls, I will understand. Right now, all I am worried about is making you happy," he said as he pulled his finger away from my mouth and placed his hand back on my thigh. "Oh, that's very sweet of you," I said as I sat up. "There's no way I am done. Did you know that we hunt here, in the full hunting pink, with hounds?" No, Sir. That was an aspect of life in Kobekistan which had escaped my notice. I knew, of course, that the highest order of chivalry here is the Royal Huntsmen, but I never realised that there was a hunt." Oh, yes. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't the Quorn or some other English meet is that all the Kobekistanis are excellent riders.. I pledged myself to meeting you on Sunday with my collar on, with the key's envelope still sealed shut.I knew myself, of course, and my own history of letting my fears stand between myself and my desires. As I dried myself off, I set my self on a plan of one step at a time. Sure, I was using this cliché to give in to a high, but it seemed appropriate somehow.And so, step one – a morning in the city. I wiggled into comfortable cotton panties and a basic bra, pulled on a long thin cowl-necked. I take picture after picture.Suddenly, the first guy stops thrusting forward, because she is the one who is now doing all the fucking motion. She rocks forward and backward. Taking that big black cock deeply inside her pussy on each stroke. Each time she moves forward, I can hear a slight "Oh Yeah" sound escape from her cock filled mouth. But when she thrusts herself back, there is a slurping, squishing noise that escapes from her cunt, and I can hear her grunting out an impassioned "Uugghhhh".