.....So it turns out that one of the admins in my university likes to spy and photograph the jocks in the locker room and fantasise about them being abused by the coach. The faggot has even been writing some of these fantasises down as if he was the jock, LOL. If you know the faggot, you would know just how still this is. The faggot is flabby, camp, and the complete opposite of a jock or a coach. I have to say being a university most people here would not used the word faggot as we'r fairly tolerant in fact as much as I don't advertise it I am in-fact gay both Dave and John know this but they don't seem to care much. However when it comes to "perverts" it's a anything go's sort of thing and "dirty faggot" is a name that is OK.
So we'r in Dave's car and getting close to the faggots home. "let park round the corner." We park up and walk to the faggots hours, Dave says he can open the garage as me and John are lookouts. "I'm in guys" and we all rush in and close the door. It's a big double garage and we look for places to hide. In the car we decided, when the faggot drove in John would get and close the door and Dave being the biggest of us would grab the faggot. We felt quite OK/Safe doing this as the faggot would lose his job if the dean of the university found the stuff I had copies.
The garage door started to open and the faggot drove in. The door started to close and John go ready to lock it as the faggot got out the car "Hay what you doing...." Dave grabbed the faggot with his hand over he's mouth. "Keep quiet faggot and you want get hurt", John added "much". (After Dave told me that was too fucking easy the faggot is so weak) I held the disks in my hands showing them to the faggot. "You know whats on these, faggot", the faggot sort of tried shaking his head "No", "You will stay silent as we tell you faggot?" Dave asked/ordered. The faggot nodded his head and Dave carefully released his mouth so he could then keep both faggots arms under control.
I said, "Now faggot when I as doing maintenance today I found your dirty secrets." "what" the faggot started to say. John was stand in front of him by now and slapped the faggots face "Shut-up faggot". "Believe me these are just some of your filth copied from your computer. "your not a jock, your not a jock faggot being abused....." a look of realisation come over the faggots face. "I see you now know, I know what you have been doing, filthy faggot". "So John, what did we agree we would do with this filth?", "Faggot, you are going to become what you fantasised about your a faggot and now our faggot bitch" as John said this he searched for the faggots wallet and found it. "on you knees faggot!" Dave said and I am not sure how he did it, it looked like he put his knee in to the back of the faggots knee and the faggot when down to his knees. John had also opened the faggot wallet and removed the notes he found there. "Now open your mouth bitch faggot, your going to suck Pete off", "come on Pete I know your horny", "gag and chock the faggot with your cock", "the bitch faggot wants it, don't you faggot" and all the faggot did was open his mouth as I opened my fly.......
Many of my blogs are true but for this one you will have to make up your own minds. ;-)
For many starting a university including me, the first days at university are full of excitement, confusion, finding your way. Yer sure you had done this sort of thing every time you have changed school and by now you should be better at it. You know how to make new friends, you can spot the jock, lads, swat, teacher pet, brown-noser and faggot! On the staff side you get to know the not to cross paths with, the straits, the easy going, the twist round your little finger and the faggot! O yes there are faggots on both sides of the fence.
I started my university life doing a IT course. You know as much as nerds may not be the most out going many have found out how to find the best porn and keep it secret, Think about it, as someone who makes and fixes peoples computers you get to know what it is to be trusted. People need to know that what ever you may find when your fixing there machine will not be shared with others. You know there is a strange thing that happens when people start trusting you, it makes you want to keep the secrets.
After two moths of the year course (some of us will be going on to do our degrees in IT) Two or three of us started doing maintenance and problem shooting for the university admin office. So I become a regular face in the office and go to chatting with the staff. There was this one man in the office that we soon come to think must be at least Bi if not 100% gay (he calmed to have a wife). OK and we all know that even men with wives can be not only gay but a faggot as well. This man turned out to be a faggot. He was very carful to make sure he always logout of he browser and computer when we came to do the maintenance routine.
Well me being me just had to take a look. I did not think I would find anything as we are all told to be careful to logout and things when we leave. But hay I tock a look any way and the first port of call is the browser cash (at that time browser where very simple things and there was no history or incognito mode) Almost right away I found the pics and stories. All of man and young man at that none looked much older than 18 and then I noted some who's faces I recognised, man at this university. I was running out of time so I got a box of disks and copied some of the folders, I wanted to check there and the stories I found. O and could I be trusted 100% ? Well I finished cleaning things and when back to the lab.
Some of us would spend some time in the lab between lunch and the first afternoon lectures. I started going thought the disks I had copied and yes some of them had photo's(all be it very low res) of men at this university. This would be very bad for the admin staff member if anyone found out. Not only had he been taking pictures but the pictures where taken in secrete in the locker/changing rooms. I put the photo's to one side and started reading one of the stories. It was about one of the football players and coach getting sucked off.
Suddenly a hand on my shoulder, "Why you have there Pete?" s**t there's now hiding it. "I was doing maintenance on the puffs computer in the office and found these." I was never able to lye. "Lets see" as Dave leant over to push the mouse around the screen. "Fuck mate this is sick, what we going to do?", "Hand it to the prof..." said John but Dave interrupted "We could have some fun with the faggot", "What do you mean?", "Just scare him a bit, make the faggot pay and stop this twisted dirty s**t". "You know his address, Pete, you get it for us". "We'll go to his house and wait for him." "He has a car and I think a garage", "I can get in to it and we can wait there and ambush him when he gets home". "then what....", "we'll think of something", "lets go"......
Or a cautionary tail.
How embarrassing can things get. In "First sight of ugly trany". I tell you of a trany that was locked outside a friends house for all to see. Dressed like a pantomime dame with a bad wig, a tight yellow jumper, pencil skirt, a bum length fake for coat, 6" stiletto shoes. Add to this the fake boobs with pins on the inside so if they where poked/prodded and fondled, the pins would be painful for the trany. I know we should all be accepting of goodness knows what now-days but I still giggle to my self when I remember this day.
As it turns out the couple who's flat the trany was outside, the trany and me all have the same interests outside and inside the world of kink. This man was much older and could be seen as the "Go To Man" for DIY and making things. In fact the notorious fake pinned boobs where one set of 4 or 5 all different sizes and shapes made from the polyurethane foam that builders use to fill large gaps between pipes and walls.
Each time I went to see this man for something un-kink related after the while he would turn the talk to being kinky. A really needy and annoying faggot. The conversation would go along the lines of: "Now we have made this....... you could get Janet to type up the instructions, you could have her tied to the chair with this." Then he would pull out a gag with a stick and rubber end. "You could demand Janet use this to type the documents and not release her until she is finished, but this is not that story.
I was at the trany's house before I needed to go shopping. "Sir do you need Janet the chauffeur?" In my head a big sigh. "Yes that will be nice." "Change in to the blond wig and small boobs with your chauffeur outfit." "Sir do you not want Janet with big boobs?" "No Janet as they don't fit the outfit" "what about having the handcuffs Sir? and the lockable shoes?" "Yes lock them on Janet" Janet disappeared in to the back room and a little later Janet the chauffeur hobbled out. You can just see the face-plant. I have missed out one detail, a home made metal penis/chastity cage under the pencil skirt.
Unlike a real chauffeur I had to put her in the car which had been modified to allow a chain to go from the penis cage to the dashboard and locked in place. We would first drive to a quirt protected by trees and thick bushes layby near the shops I wanted to go to. Before I got out Janet's hands would be handcuffed behind the head rest. I would then rub Janet's legs moving my hands higher and higher as if she was a woman and my hands were searching for her clit under her skirt. At this point I had not really considered the sexuality. Then I got out the car and went to the drivers door as I needed to get my cock sucked. Opening the door Janet know what I wanted and tried to do her best at giving me a blow job. When she knew I was getting close he pulled off and asked me to make a mess of her chauffeur uniform but I did not want that so I said OK but suck me for a bit more and I came in her mouth. At that point I had a ball gag in my hand and before Janet could say any thing else I put the ball gag in and buckled the strap at the back of her head. I checked Janet was OK and she nodded her head. So I closed and locked the car and headed for the shops. It would be about 40mins before I would get back.
On the way back I see blue light between the trees. O fuck police, what do I do? At this distance I could see the light on the roof of the car but I don't think they could see me, I decided to try and play it cool as if I did not know the faggot in the car. I will never know if that was the right thing as while I was still about 200 yards from the exit of the layby the police car left. I will also never know why they did not stop me as they passed buy I am glad they did not. I was trying so hard just to walk as if I was walking home from the shops. As I reached the layby I checked to see if I was being watched before I walked down behind the trees. The car was still there, Janet was still there and the ball gag was out her mouth. I unlocked the car and unlocked Janet. "What happened with the police?" "They saw the car and was going to brake the windows to get me out." "Managed to spit the gag out and shout" "Please no I am OK" "I am OK" "My wife will be back soon" "Its a game" "Sorry, Please"............. I still don't know why or how Janet persuaded the police to leave. Now unlocked "are you OK to drive? because I think we should get going"
I know many of you have asked for the next part of "Ugly Tranny." and "How I met my first love." OK these will come.
Many of my blogs hark back to the days when a cold night on the streets of London would not be a problem, but this one comes from a later date when at the fist sign of a grey cloud my joints aches.
Being a lad who was at home with my first computer at 13 I was at the very start of the internet and little did I know that 40(ish) years later I would be having a real time chat including photo's, video and little smiling faces. In fact for years I has resisted the little smily faces but hay life changes.
Moving on to 2016 and I had got to grips with this search engine and that search engine and what is now the ubiquitous google. I am sure I have done some searching I should not have and a few times made sure I was on a public internet service(hot spot). I take the view that if my IP says I am at Athens Airport then who am I. Any why the point is I found findom/cashdom during my on going non stop hunt for good porn.
Finding a chatroom, after doing all the things needed to join the site I started just sitting on the sidelines just reading the way the posts where going. I noted people kept say (a word) to one of the subs in the room and it appeared the sub was reacting well most of the time. I noted some of the people said the word and were not getting a reaction at all. A example that even a self confessed faggot has those it likes, those it does not like and those who just don't do it for them.
It was as I was reading these messages and sometimes saying the word my self and got a reaction I sent a private messages to the faggot, go a replay. We connected on skype and started our private chat. I started to find my self in the finedom world. I started to note that I was chatting more than what you might call demanding. Reading "How I met my first love" you will see that this is how it works for me. My BF and faggots kneel down to me not because I demand it but because it's just the right thing for them to do. I find this way people open up to me, some with "secrets" and "triggers" that don't work every time but they do most times. I like public play abusing a faggot in public and chatrooms but private skype works well and I have a better range of those little smiling faces I said I avoided earlier, some have cute animation. When chatting with the faggot using "the word" I also found one, a red devil with nashing teeth and the "little red devil" was born.
The little red devil. Always wants his way but has a note of mischief, naughtiness and fun just like a little imp. He has a personality of his own like my avatar or calling card. When the faggot see him he knows it's time to play and it's not going to stop until he is payed to go away. That way the faggot can tell me when he need to stop without telling me. Sometimes the little devil will go to s***p for a little while, just to wake up again but I always know when enough is enough (maybe)?
LOL thought I would take a brake from my normal "Life and times of Master Pete" and this time just flow up on observations others have made.
To feet or not to feet,
To smoke or not to smoke,
To finger or not to finger,
To showoff or not to showoff,
These are the questions dear faggot. Is it nobler to suffer the whining and wingeing of faggots or just to display the "F U Finger", sit back and wait.
The thing is I see lots of faggots and Masters wingeing about what they call "So called masters" just posting pic of their feet and demanding cash then sitting back. I find I agree with the wingers that post a pic of the feet and a demand for cash, it does not make a master. However if you take the amount of cash a master gets/has as a sign of how successful a cashDom is. Then the ones that get the most are the ones that post the most "F U Finger" or "Feet" photo's. Of course we can never know what goes on in private but on the surface it appears that the ones that spend the most time, chatting, getting to know and otherwise doing the things faggots say they like/want, are the ones that lose out.
So with that in mind.
F U faggots, pay your tributes to me and there's plenty of feet and boot pics on my profile.
Your Master Pete.
How I met my first love.
Part 2
...As this is part 2 lets have a quick re-cap. I had lost a job, Traveled to London trying to find a job backstage, Slept rough for two night, decided to go back to Northampton and on the third day met a guy in a cottage(public toilet) who wanted to take me home for dinner and I assume a better place to have a shag.
In the cottage we had been wanking each other for a little before he asked me if I wanted to come back to his place. By this time in my life I was not so green as to not know the dangers and also to get to judge others. Maybe I should have said sorry but no. However I had a feeling that I am sure we have all had before. When our feelings override our brain. On top of that I was cold and tired and so agreed. So we got our selfs decent. He said he would leave first and wait for me under the bridge at the railings overlooking the Thames, opposite the exit. As I left the toilets I could I could tell he was making it look as if he was waiting for his friend(me) to catch up with him. Even in the 80's people had to make meeting look as "straight" as they could. Any touching would be carefully choreographed to make it look as though it was just a couple of straight guys. Often I have thought that in fact I think straight guys touched more in pubic than gay guys, because gay guys were so worried about being caught.
Anyway we met back up and started walking to the tube station at Waterloo, Later I was to learn that he did not want to be waiting around for the bus because he thought I might get cold feet. I can't remember saying much mostly things about traveling, "have you a travel card for zone 2?" he asked. As it so happened I had. Very early on I made it a key part of my life to always have the ability to travel and a travel card was always the first thing to buy when I when to London. Did I ask? "where do you live?", not sure but I remember him saying it was one tube ride and a bus. I thought a long way but it can't be that far as it's in zone 2 and I had nothing better to do. So it was a tube to Oval and a bus from oval to just before Camberwell and a wall up a back street. To a victorian three 3.5 story house. "Here we are, it's a house share. There's two couples one other single guy and me". "Come in you can put your coat there...." pointing to the hooks in the hall ".... and the sitting room's through here." We had already sorted that I was cool about cannabis and so it came as no shock when I said "and I recognize that smell". "Yes" as he put the kettle on for coffee saying "You want some? the gear is on the table there." O "I'v never rolled one but I'll try" I made a right mess of it and he re-rolled one. As we smoked and drank coffee he asked "You want a bath?...I'll run one for you then after we can go to the bed room".
The bathroom was half way down a story at the back of the house and his bedroom was on the second floor at the front. While your having a soak I'll get a towel and a robe for you. After 10mins or so he came in the bathroom, it was almost as if we had been living together for months we seem to have become comfortable with each other. He put the towel and the robe on a rail and sat on the edge of the bath and with rolled up sleeves and a joint in his lips he lent forward to the soap and wash cloth and started soaping up my back. That was when I found out I really love my back touched and rubbed. "you like that" "yes", his hand soaping and washing off with the cloth and going my front and down to my cock but as much as I was hard it was just a bath. Then he dried his hand, took the joint and put it in my lips. Then started to wash each leg lifting them out of the water, soaping them up and gently putting them back down. Doing it again to do each foot. He then dried his hands again and took the joint, one final drag before stubbing it out in an ash tray. Holding the towel up I got out and he rapped me in the towel and started to dry me. I had not thought of this as being a Sub/Dom thing it was just how it went. Putting the robe on and slippers I followed him up to his bedroom. A large room at the front of the house with two bay windows. The electric fire had been on and so the room was warm. He took me to the bed and sat me on the edge. The robe fell open and he knelt between my legs running his hands over my body and this time moving to my now very hard cock. Holding the base his head went down and lips round my cock warm but not too wet. After a little time sucking my cock he stopped and rolled another joint. He tock two or three puffs before handing me it saying "this is all yours" then as I started smoking he when't back to my cock.
I ended up staying the week. It turned out that he was on holiday and had to back to work the next week. So I decided to go back to Northampton on the Monday morning. For the next 2 months I would spend my weekends leaving Northampton on the Friday and returning on the Monday but it looks like I'm going to have to extend this to a part 3.
How I met my first love.
In 1986 at the age of 20 I had left home and had had 3 full time jobs. The last of witch was working for a small computer company we built, tested, sold and fixed PC's I was a technician. As much as it was a enjoyable job and sort of thing I did well the Theatre Lighting was my first love. It was a Monday morning when I turned up for work and there was my boss standing outside the padlocked doors. Well I can't remember exatly what was said but it was something like; "What's......." "......gone bust...." "We have to say sorry but the business has been closed, We managed to get just enough for your final pay and a reference." "By the way Pete you'll also find a list of my contacts, let them know I sent you and I am sure one of them will find something for you......".
I have always been impulsive, so what did I do? Got the bus into town, put most of the months pay in the bank and went to the dole office sign-on unemployed(again). Then I had an impulse to get on a train and go to London, maybe get a job backstage. I had been going to London each weekend for about 3 years before but never with the idea of looking for work. I was in a grey wool suit and was going to ??? what, knock on stage doors, jeans and a shirt would have been better for that. I walked from Euston to the Piccadilly via many stage doors. If you know that part of London, it's about 2 miles, I have always been a walker and it was common for me to do this walk but this time I knocked on the stage doors. Well, the day went on, I went to a pub, then to.... and so on. Found myself at the South Bank in what was Jubilee Gardens(where The London Eye is now). It was 10pm and I could not get back to Euston for the last train and even if I could I would be going back to resting on a settee in a friends sitting room. Much more comfortable than my first night resting(ish) rough in London. Well this was my first night resting rough, the first of two nights. I won't bore you with two days of ..........
It was at the end of the 3rd day about 6 o'clock when I had had enough, I decided I would go back to Northampton. I was at Jubilee Gardens, You may know that under the rail bridge was a gents toilet, I was cold and grubby so decided to have a wash up before getting on the tube to go to Euston.... Well I went in the cottage (yes I know what one of these is LOL) and went to the sinks and started to take my top clothes off so I could have a good wash. Looking in the mirror I saw one other man. He was standing at the urinals. Slim almost skinny, thinning hear 6'2 I'm only 5'8. You know your trying to wash under your arms and the man keeps turning to look. I started to get turned on a bit and so finished washing and got dressed. Tell me how long can a man stand at the urinals. The tall man was still looking and I was still getting turned on. I turned round and as I did I unzipped and started to get my now hard cock out. I went over to the urinals and realized where he was standing he could see if anyone was coming. We wanked each other for a little and he asked if I wanted to come home with him. Very bold but we had been there for a long time and I think he had got to the point where if I was going to be a nasty bastard that would have happened a long time ago. At that point I was cold and tired and thought I would at least get warm. Also in a way, was it love at first site?
Part two to come.
Some of you would like that I am open about my self and what made me, me. Most of that was in the 1980's. Some of you like a little things to be a little newer like the cutting edge SmartPhone that will cost you the same price as my Dad's first house.
So I think this time round it's going to be another newer 1998 blog.
I was living in Northampton and my second lover had walked out on me, while I was working in Newcastle. I rang him to say when I would be back and he sounded strange but said "I'll have dinner ready my love" but this blog is not about that tail it takes place two years on. I had moved out of the hose that me an he rented moved in to a flat. I had found some new friends, a couple I got to know very well, they lived in the same block of flats, we'll fans of Sci-Fi and used to meet in the local pup. On the way home one week they invited me to the BF's flat for a coffee. Well what I did not know was she was a pre-op transexual, as we when in to the BF flat she said "I'm going to get changed dear" When she came back ??? no wig, no boobs, I looked twice "Your..... sorry I did not know". I had always known her as ...... any way thats not the story ether. The point of all this is that they found out that nothing would shock or phase me. So we talked lots and before you could say "Transexual" it was 4.30 in the morning and we all had to work the next day, bed time. Any way about two days later I get a phone call, "can you come down, and don't freek out but there's an old tranny locked outside our door. When you come in just give the boobs a squeese and jiggle"........"your OK with that an't you?" well what was I going to say I think all I could think of was "OK".
The BF's flat was on the ground floor and one with an out side door. Steps with a rale up to the door. Well I got outside and was shocked, as I said not much shocks me but thiis site was quite shocking. At the top of the steps was, amm how can I describe this? Starting at the feet, 6" stiletto yellow shoes(witch a later found out had a chain around them with a lock, White Tights, A thigh length black pencil skirt, skin tight yellow jumper, big pearls and a bum length fake fur coat. Now for the head, do I have to describe that? Yes! OK it was an old man with a big gray beard and what's that in it's mouth, a gag with leather strap going under a real bad blond wig. I recovered my self, have you? I when up the stares and as the BF told me to I grabbed the fake books. IT wriggled about a bit (It was not until days later I found out about the pins on the inside of the fake boobs). I when in and both Fi and her BF was there, we had coffee and chatted as if nothing had happened. Then after coffee the BF said that he should take Janet home. He when out, unlocked Janet and tock her home as I had a stronger d***k with Fifi talking about what had just happened. Janet was "straight" but was heavy in to humiliation, his ex-wife used to be his mistress but left him as his needs got more and more extreme, she still played sometimes with him but preferred more vanilla time with younger men. He was in his 70's.
Thats also when I go to know more about Fi's transformation, it was getting late inn the afternoon and we was going to the Sci-Fi meet at the pub so we left the BF's fat and when to Fi's flat so we could continue chatting as she got ready...........but thats a different story.
As normal this is true. If appreciate me sharing then you know what to do fag$
The last blog took place in 1989 in this one we'll jumping from 1989 to 1999.
At the age of 33 I done a few things that in hindsight I would not have done but I have no regrets well maybe one or two but there for an other time. My now I had had 2 full time loves a hole string of one night stands and blowjobs a few d*****n bi-sexual encounters but never a woman when I was sober. Well this is the story of the day that changed. My first time with a woman when sober, how ever still as kinky as many of my other encounters.
Three years before my second love had left me and for the first time after I was 21, I was living allown and was loving the freedom that brings even though it had taken a long time to get used to that. I had my own flat, my own friends and a job I liked. I had my hobby including CB radio (yes I'm a sad geek), electronics, photography(I had friends help me DIY my bathroom so I could use it as a darkroom for my B&W photography). The block of flats I was in was set-aside for single people and so there was a lot of time in each others flats all fairly normal stuff, most of the people in the block of 89 flats where straight, some gay and as far as I know a transexual that passed as a woman very well, all be it quite tall at 5.10. What was nice was that we where all out to each other. Mind you as I think you may all know by know I was never in.
I had meet this one guy(straight) who was in to CB and one day we where having a coffee in his flat and chatting over the CB to some mates. A couple of nights before I had shared some d***k stories with him. Any way he turned to be and said "a friend of mine will be online soon, if I remember you might be up for some kink? with a woman?" Well what should I say but "OK I'm up for most things". My CB mate told me that he had been talking about me to his mate who asked him if he would ask me if I would be up for a 3 some with his wife. WTF why do this things fall into my lap LOL, my friend said he could arrange it over the CB for "when?" "Next Sunday", "He wants you to do some kinky stuff............." but you'll find out what was said as this blog go's on.
Sunday morning, spent cleaning up the house and making sure I had the handcuffs chins and blindfold and small light cat of 9 ready. The plan was that at 3 I would leave the door unlocked and be waiting in the sitting room for the couple to arrive. The husband that I meat before hand to have a d***k and get to know a little, was going to blindfold his wife before they came in the flat and lead her to a chair in the bed room where she would be chained to the chair. The husband would then come to the sitting room and I would have half an hour to play with the wife.
Well 3 o'clock came and I was in the sittingroom with the door to my flat open. The husband came in got the blindfold, put it on his wife and lead her in then I heard the chains being locked and he come into the room. He put a finger to his lips in a sign to say be quart. He whispered to me that his wife had asked that I don't speak, Of cause I agreed to this. He then said right you have 30mins maybe longer.
I when into the bedroom and there was his wife changed to the chair legs apart wearing cream lace and silk, very slim almost boy like with blond short hair and small be well formed breasts. I started from her back with some gentle kissing round the neck and a kiss, only one on the mouth. This was a limit that had been agreed on, no kissing on the mouth, strange I know. I broke that limit because I felt it only right, you can't have sex without kissing. Then gently kissing over the breasts and down to her navel. At the same time gently working her nipples. The I stand up and walk round her picking up the whip and started running the tails over her body, gently whipping her breasts, legs getting harder and loving the sharp intake of breath. After a little bed she says "can you put me on the bed?" So I relice her from the chair and take her to the bed. I had anchor points on the legs of the bed so was able to easily spread eagle her. and gave her another kiss and put the cat back to work. "please use you teeth", I lay on top of her and start to gently nibble all around here breasts and nipples, she nods down and I take the meaning and start moving my teeth down here body to her navel and she nods more. "My clit" she almost panted. This was all a first, for me but the kink of the situation must have masked my nervousness at this. It's a little like being d***k, I know my lips, tong and teeth found the spot and if the moaning was anything to go by I defo hit the spot a number of times. Any way I am unsure of how long it was but I heard her husband open the bedroom door. We had agreed that would be the single for me to wank and come over her tits. Then I left her anchored to the bed and left the room, when to the sitting room while her husband undid her and they both left the apartment. That night I wanked of two, three or more times thinking about it.
I would have loved to do it gain and did get a phone call from the husband once to give me a message from his wife that I was the first Man ever to give her three orgasms at one time. Why they never came back I don't know. All I can say is maybe it was a one off thing for them. I will close this blog by saying it gave me a lot of confidence.
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