A young girl with confused ideals about what men represent and the draw of pleasure from sexual stimulation was a perfect combo, and I was incredibly ...anxious to figure out how to move our interactions along. Turns out, Mandy did it for me, taking the lead again, and further convincing me that the obsessive fantasy I developed that day when I saw her intoxicating form in Chipotle was going to come to fruition. Just the momentary minds eye image of sliding between those thick thighs, pressing on. Her interest in BDSM began a couple years ago. It started off of course with simple reading of stories. At first some things disgusted her, but as she got older she began to like other elements more and more. She was about 20 when she went looking for her first master. She wanted a handsome master, gentle enough to be loving, and dominant enough to restrain her and fuck her however he pleased. It was a tall order. After joining a couple websites, attempting several dating sites, etc. she found. Did I ever have sex at all? I complained to her that Frank and I had a full-filling sex life. Heather was laughing hysterically. She said "full-filling sex" sounded like missionary style late Saturday nights. Did poor Becky know what really hot fucking was? By now I was blushing deep red. Does little Becky know how to give head? I twinged and almost drove the car off the road. Heather was shouting that she figured I was sexually starved. No to worry she said. Do what ever she did and maybe I. So hear I am in a full public Lay-by and I suddenly realised I was nearly going to be split roasted one of my greatest fantasies, then from nowhere another person had joined us and I started to panic, so I stopped them as I was now very nervous, but they said get in your knees and I didn't want to, but they were pushing my shoulders down and I found myself doing it all, of a sudden there were 3 cocks in front of me, I put my hands around two of them which was surreal and the third one pushed it.