"A Fancy Dress Party!" he sneered."That's a bit lame Sis," he smiled, "even for you." Of course John's mindwas on what her friends would be wearing."J...ohn," Cindy said with a grin. "You can dress up as one of yourfavourite characters from those comics you like so much."John couldn't or rather he wouldn't choose a costume. So he chose to weara plain black T-shirt and Jeans with his usual black boots. Of coursethis didn't go down well with Cindy but she didn't let it show. For as weknow she had. 'Are you trying to cum?' asked me P. 'You can't cum until I tell you to. Do you understand, slave' No answer, only more moaning. He doesn't like that. He spanks me three times with his free hand. ' I said, do you understand, slave?!' 'Yes' I manage to mumble between the gasps. 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, sir!' He stops fucking me and spanks me again. 'Good.' He takes a plug. From what I can feel it is glass one. 'Now, let the fun begin! Jack, my boy, put this in her asshole, while I choose the flogger,. I imagine sitting like this for hours, holding each other and kissing. I have written erotic stories in which I describe a scene where we sit together on a bar stool in a public club, the hem of my full length dress curtaining the sight of my bottom resting on his unzipped fly. In my story he lifts me in his arms, my legs around his back, ankles locked together, my arms clinging to him, our mouths molded as one, his hands cupped together to form a seat for my bottom as he carries me from the. He was excited but nervous. The smut he was about to take pleasure in with a gorgeous woman, reducing him into a drooling boy inside. He took a deep breath, reached for the golden knob on the white painted door and continued inside.He still couldn’t believe what was about to occur. It was an act he had been lusting after for quite some time. He had not rushed it, waited patiently and scouted the right moment to ask. In return for his proper execution, Nick was about to reep the seeds of his.