He was the landlordhe open it watching me panick on the couch in my jean saying i ....was .....''you were taking cock all morning , you look like a fu...king slut ''''ohhhh my goooodddd ''he was so fucking huge9 inch of brown cock out he sat on the couch pushing me back when I tried to runhands pull up he straddle me his cock hitting my face as he tied my handsi was mouth fuck by my landlord who kept rubbing my hard cock in the care bears panty''little white boy slut dont resist you love big. . and accept that he can love another woman, just as I can. I let go of my anxiety, insecurity, hypocrisy, etc. and embraced the idea that Jason is here with me, and with Lacey now, because he wants to be there with me ... and now, us. Everything that he has done, the patience, sweet surrender and submission, trust that he has shown me, and now us ... it has shown me that I was wrong to let jealousy and resentment affect me so much. I was wrong to be so paranoid. I have learned so much about. The guy who walked in a moment later looked younger than me. He was the definition of ‘babyfaced’. He had jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a cheeky bad-boy aura.“Hi Torrin, take a seat. You know why you’re here?”“Not exactly”, his cockney twang sounding as boyish as he looked.“Ah. Right, well, you’re here because my last bodyguard got shot, and you are apparently just the right fearsome warrior to take his place.”He smirked at me. “Don’t fink I’ve ever been called a fearsome warrior. I stare at my image staring at the vibrator filled pussy … mine, ours … The mirror blurs with the passing of the shadow, once more. ‘Be our slut. There is so much waiting for you.’Yes, I think, there is so much if you release. Don’t hold back timidly; don’t settle for partial experience. Release. Experience. Feel. Accept everything. My eyes close. My image is lost. “Yes, I want this.”I pull the vibrator out of my pussy. I pull the gently buzzing shaft, slick with my juice, over my.