“Turn to face me.” She sounds more tender and I turn in to a long tongue laden kiss, her hands caressing my sides, stroking my hot ass, still thro...bbing from the flogger and now full of cold steel. “Close your eyes.” Her hands are cupping and caressing my breasts, her thumbs rubbing and stretching my nipples. “Keep them closed. Remember, trust me,” she whispers in my ear, her breath warm across my cheeks. “Ah, fuck!” I scream as a white hot pain shoots through my nipples. “Just a little clamp. She used her mouse to click several things on the screen and the music started;"Riders on the storm..." Now what?" she asked, standing."You're wearing too many clothes."She giggled. "So are you."We both started shedding unnecessary coverings. When we were naked I stepped to her and pulled her into a hard embrace and smothered her mouth with mine.I dropped slowly to my knees kissing a line from her mouth to her pelvis. I was so incredible lucky to have her. I stood, picked her up, and carried. One of her older coworkers flirted with her all the time and continually told her how sexy she was and how he would love to experience a younger woman again as he was in his early fifties at the time, she always just joked back with him telling him maybe someday she would let him. They flirted back and forth for quite a while and one day she decided that she would see if he was all talk or would actually go through with it. They were in the office all alone one day and he was hitting on her and. ” “This will excite me more than anything. I’ve always wanted to see my whore be with a black guy. I think it will be so fucking hot.” I just looked at Peter and shook my head. I was now more nervous than ever. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like to be with such hung men. I hoped it would be as hot as my husband seemed to think it would be. * My husband parked and opened my door. We held hands walking into the hotel and went into the bar. We sat down and ordered drinks. There were so many.