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Her hands gripped my hair, her legs and hips fucking her pussy against my probing tongue, “Angie, finger my ass like you did this morning, I like that.” Soon I had reached a finger and it was burying itself deep inside of her rear hole, “Now try another please, you won’t hurt me.” For a moment she stood still with her ass pushed back as I pressed in, another alongside the first. She said, “Yes!” Then returned to fucking my tongue. “Fucking hell, Ange, I’m going to squirt again, this time I can tell, hope you don’t miiiiiiind.” Then she was cumming, her mound now grinding my face, I was soaked with her cum dripping down my chin onto my tits. She was now leaning on my shoulders for support, I went to draw away, “No don’t stop, there’s more, finger me quickly,” she was cumming again, her legs shaking violently as the orgasm ripped her. Slowly, she lowered herself into my arms, her face at my neck. I rocked her from side to side as she clutched me. I heard her whisper, she wasn’t talking to me, “Shit! I love this woman.” Then she sat up, “Angie, I love you so much.” I started to speak but her lips came to mine and she kissed with intensity. As her mouth came away, her fingers covered my lips, “Shush,” she said, “just hold me, don’t speak.” When she rose, again she fetched the exotic wine and refilled my glass, she placed a finger back to my lips, then chinked her glass on mine, “Thank you for such a lovely day out and there’s no need for you to say a thing, I don’t expect you to, just as long as you’re happy to have me around for my holiday, I’ve still got nearly another two weeks,” she giggled again, “think you can stick the pace?” After a while, I saw she was in deep thought, “What’s up? That’s a very serious look.” I asked. “No, nothing’s up, I was just wondering, if I asked you to dance with me tonight, would you do that, or would it not be right, in the bar I mean? I’d understand if you feel you can’t.” “I tell you what, I’ll know when I’m free for a while, so I’ll tell you, I take it you’ll be sat at the bar anyway, Oh, and don’t worry, Mike’s cool with whatever I do.” The rest of her holiday seemed to fly by and then we were saying a tearful goodbye. This time, there was a difference, I didn’t want her to go. But then, she was only going to settle things back home, she’d be back in about three weeks. She turned to go but I pulled her back, “I love you, Sophie, hurry back please.” She stood as if in shock, “Angie, you’ve said it, oh, thank you, it means so much to me to hear it at last.” People, some looking shocked, others smiling watched as we hugged and kissed. At the aircraft door, she turned and waved, I waved back as a tear rolled down my cheek. I drove back but detoured into town on the way, I needed to order a double bed and some decent curtains, perhaps a tablecloth would be nice as well, the mental list just got longer but after all, I had a lady moving in. God, I was happy. The end. From the moment a submissive must call his partner not by his first name but Sir, master or any other equivalent wording she enters the world of rules. The rules are the material support of the discipline to which the submissive bends, it is by her obedience to these rules that she expresses her submission. Without rules the BDSM relationship is nothing more than an SM relationship that does not confess. Some will need few rules to feel bound, as opposed to japanese others clamoring for many asian and complex rules, it is up to the master to find the right measure. Some are content to enact rules in the sandstone of their fantasy of the moment. It is much more coherent and therefore structuring for the submissive to set a framework of main principles, the rules of everyday life being only the application in a particular case. It is classic, for example, that the masters forbid the wearing of underwear. If the master enacts such a rule it is probable that the submissive sees only the expression of a whim of which she perceives the interest incorrectly; Whereas if this decision is an illustration of the blowjob principle of accessibility of orifices, for example, the rule takes a completely different meaning. The frame: On the Internet there are different versions of the rules to which a submissive must comply. The most famous version, entitled "The 12 Rules of submission", was promoted in France by Mastermind and has since been widely disseminated, even looted. Some, betrayed by their unconscious, have reduced them to the pitiful catalogue of their fantasies without any logic or coherence, thus revealing the poor vision they have of their submissive. It is up to everyone to rewrite them according to their desires of their choices because they will be the foundation of the relationship they intend to build with their submissive. Lindsey didn’t look happy to see Karen. I would love to give her a second orgasm, but I also desperately want to fuck this wet, tight, perfect pussy. I looked at them both, "Have you two . . ." As a variation I let his cock slip out of my mouth and lick the sides of it, then blow on it. "Longer than it should have. I broke our kiss and moved my head down, this time letting my lips meet her flat breasts and the little pink bumps that were her nipples. Their conversation was getting a little intense and he did not really know how to continue. 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