I had cajoled him into telling me he was into BDSM the night before he dumped me, but unfortunately, I didn’t have time to let him know that was my ...thing and to try it out with him. I held my breath, simultaneously embarrassed and excited for his reply. Two minutes (120 eternities) later, he replied, “yes.” Relieved and already starting to get wet, I texted, “Can I come over?” while I called up an uber - of course, he would say yes. His reply came as my uber was pulling up, “yes.” I got there. Scott didn’t realize that, of course. And Emma certainly hadn’t. The White Queen could only achieve orgasm by knowing she was taking something that didn’t belong to her; Jean knew that once Scott and Emma had become a couple the only way Emma had been able to cum was by resorting to petty theft. The need to take made her horny as hell and despite all Scott did (and he was an amazing lover, both women would agree on that!) he couldn’t get Emma to spray all over his cock unless she had taken it. Every part of me was throbbing with desire. My moans were becoming guttural screams as I felt him drive faster into my sensually charged pussy. I felt the spasms start as I felt his balls bounce against the tip of the vibrator in my ass making it jerk against the walls as his cock drove harder. The little vibrator at my swollen clit made the vibrations even stronger. My body tried to rock and he knew I was close. I felt him brace himself against my body. Lunging deep and hard, he drove his cock. I told him I hoped he did not mind as I loved being naked. He nodded ok staring at my tits under the silk. I showed him the room and where I wanted the storage shelves. He was handsome and young, strong and muscular. I really want to fuck him. I decided to stay and watch him while he works.I sat on the bed and my robe was gapped open showing a lot of my body. He kept looking over at me. I moved around and the robe opened even more. I pulled it off one of my tits so he could see what he had been.