He pushes his pants down and I feel his cock lining up at the opening of my pussy. Oh, god, is this going to hurt? Where’s the lube? And he’s insi...de me. It doesn’t hurt. Ben’s face is buried in the pillow above my head. He’s breathing hard and rough and he’s plunging into me. First orgasm has passed and for the first time during sex I’m not thinking about dryness or my lack of orgasms or, as so often with Josh, what is on tomorrow’s to-do list. For the first time in my sexual life, I focus on a. Getting our stories straight first, we walked in and asked about the weekly and monthly rates, finding much better pricing than I had expected – but still a lot of money. We headed back into Portland, and found a Day’s Inn for our immediate need.We also used the ‘Lost our luggage ploy, ‘ which worked again, and we were shown our room, to which we thanked our bellman. Sari, dropped herself on the bed, getting her pants off, then going into the bathroom. She came out, with only her panties on. I reached up to touch the side of my head gently. A sharp painneedled from a tender spot on my forehead, but when I examined myfingers there was no blood. I allowed myself to look down at mybedraggled appearance - a bizarre outfit indeed, even without theeffects of however many hours adrift. My corset was still tightlylaced around my middle, and held my silk stockings midway up mythigh. The stockings were almost transparent in their socking wetstate, as were my French style knickers, clinging. , etc., to save a lot of time, your body is utterly perfect. And you have an utterly perfect little ass.” With a grin he added, “And indeed, Your Majesty, your queenly ass is the very first one I’ve ever pinched.”“Master, did you hear that?” she said. “Doug says I have a queenly ass. Isn’t that neat?”Before Steve could respond, Doug asked, “What’s this ‘master’ stuff? I’ve heard fleeting references to ‘master’ and ‘mistress’ all night. What’s it all about?”With her face impassive Karla replied,.