' 'I want to get fucked and suck a real cock mistress. Anything for you mistress'. She never let me cum and left me, tied up with my pantied arse in t...he air, the silk resting against my gaping hole. She came in sometime later, stuck some pills in my mouth and left a bowl of water in front of me. After about 20 minutes my tiredness had left me, and I started feeling incredibly horny and loved up. She came back in and rubbed a finger delicately against my gaping hole. 'how is my sissy feeling? Is. I rolled on my back and spread my legs. I felt so dirty being naked in front of these boys with my long muscular legs spread apart. In school I wouldn't have ever spoken to these dorks. Now they were forcing me to have sex with them. John got undressed pulled out some KY and put it on his cock and then on my slit. I was so scared. I had only had sex one time and it lasted maybe three minutes. I was really scared because John's cock was easily 12"long and 3" thick. I couldn't imagine how he was. His mouth slammed against her, his tongue forcing his way into hers. She wanted to bite down, but knew she would be punished. His breathe was warm and minty, his tongue wet and firm. His other hand squeezing her tits. She squirmed with the pain, which he took as her enjoying it and squeezed harder. She could feel his bulge in his trousers. She struggled against him, but that just made him harder. He must have read her mind, as he stopped touching her breasts and went to unzip himself. His mouth. Almost since I started working there. Always at the office, never anywhere else. We thought it was safer that way. His wife—you—we didn't want either of you to know, either of you to be hurt. For us it was just the sex." She stopped and looked at me."But why? I thought we had a good sex life," I said."Dexter, we do. That is, what there is of it," she said."Huh?" Dexter, how often do we have sex together?" she said."I guess, two or three times a week. I think you always cum too," I said."And.