I noticed straight away she wasn't wearing a bra under her tee."Come in. Breakfast is ready." I escorted Dot to the breakfast bar with my hand on her ...ss cheek. Surprisingly Dot let my hand rest there.I served Dot pancakes, fruit, nuts, and coffee. There was toast, but Dot had eaten her fill and joked she wouldn't need another meal for the rest of the day.After breakfast, we sat in the lounge. "This Guy..." Nothing happened if that's what you are going to ask," Dot jumped in.Dot's nipples had. She told me to invite him closer. I motioned to him to sit next to us, and he immediately moved over, still stroking his cock as he stood. She watched for a min and then he took his hand away, letting his cock stick straight up. I whispered for her to play with him, so she reached over and began to stroke his cock. He reached over and began to play with one of her breasts while I played with the other one. At this point, her skirt had ridden pretty high up and he started caressing her leg, and. Suddenly he removes his hands from me completly. "What's wrong?" He looks at me and says, "Master. Call me Master." "OK, Master what is wrong?" "Stand next to the table and lean over. Lay your cheek on the table top." Before I know it, Master has smacked my ass. Wait what? *SMACK* Oh I kind of like that. I look up and notice people are starting to stare at us, but the waitress isn't saying anything. *SMACK* "I said lay your cheek on the table top." I put my face back down, somewhat. Her cherry was mine for the taking. At Kay’s request, I took her out into the desert outside Phoenix. There, under a moon and stars of the inky black desert sky, Kay did just what she had promised. She gave me her virginity with no strings attached. Of course, we were soon very much attached.Over the last few months, Kay and I have tried almost every sexual activity and position we could think of. Kay had told me she wanted to learn all she could about sex. She eagerly engaged in any position.
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