I even enjoyed, as my own orgasmsubsided, Peter's hesitation and shudder as he came too, and I felt hisheat inside me for the first time.I wasn't sure... that night who was the more insatiable, him or me. We madelove again, and then again. I was like a madwoman - a madwoman in heat.For once, I was almost totally Rosalind, and comparing what I'd justexperienced with what I knew as Michael, there was absolutely no doubt:making love as a woman beats being a man - by about a thousand times. Iwas up. " "You will have to say the most nasty thing you can think of," Jane demanded. "If you say the right thing, you will get the ass fucking of your life." "And don't forget, I'm your mistress." Please Mistress," I said. "I need a real cock." "Please bring a big strong man in here to fuck my ass."I tried to push my asshole back onto Jane's cock but each time I tried, she pulled back.I begged harder. "Please give me an ass fucking by a man who is an ass fucking expert." 'I'll suck his big cock and. She trembled and I didn’t think it was from the vibrator. “You do, Matt!” she whispered back to me lovingly. “Forever! I promise.”No one could see my face in that moment. Tabby was blindfolded and her body hid me from those watching on the bed. I put my head down and sagged a little with relief. She didn’t hate me. I’d been so worried about that. All I had to worry about now was that she might tell Beck about this. I slipped my left arm around her, not trusting my right with a job this. I usually start my day with a nice masturbation, and today was no exception. I closed my eyes and brought up the image of my 17 year old daughter taking a shower. I had glimpsed her through the frosted glass shower door, so my mind just filled in the missing sharpness. Whether it was the thoughts of her, or my morning need, I had an intense orgasm. I leaned back against the cold porcelain tank of the toilet and tried to get my breathing under control. The made-up images of my daughter that I.