Jennie knew what Mike needed but today was a bad day for her but she would listen to his problem because that is what she was good at."Hello love," Mi...e replied kissing Jennie long and hard. "Today really sucked. "That fucking Mother Superior has been on my case like shit through a goose."Jennie a young woman in her early twenties had it bad for Mike a man closer to fifty, she was attractive and knew that she could have any man or woman for that matter with the snap of her fingers. She let her. As she did I knelt behind her firm shapely ass, parted her cheeks and went to work at licking her pussy. All fear of being caught was forgotten as I sucked on her clit and made her really wet using my tongue as if it were a cock moving in and out of her sweetness. The taste and smell of her juices was overpowering, and my cock was swelling to a full thick 8 inch erection. I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pushed them down hurriedly. As I did so she leaned over even more exposing her wet. Except you. You never treated me like anything except me.”She smiled at me and we chatted about happier subjects until we got back home. “Want me to come in?” she asked.“I do, but not tonight. I expect my mother’s going to want to talk about today. That’s likely to make it worse.” I leaned over and kissed her. “I love you. I’ll message you online or text you if I need to vent.”She told me she loved me and then I got out and went inside.Sure enough, she was waiting for me. “You missed dinner,”. He would always look down at her, some evil smile plastered on his face and would say, "you want one thing, to be defiled; to be debased into some submissive creature just for me." She would wake up gagging, gagging not only at the poison being spewed down her throat, but at his words. Never! Not her. She was far too independent to be some object of lust for a man to find his pleasure in.She would always find solace in her art after her unnerving dreams. Her advocation was pottery and.