“Listen, Maryanne, it’s clear that one of us is in control here. Don’t you agree?” “Yes.” “Good, then you can be John most of the time, ...xcept when you’re Maryanne.” I felt my cock swelling in my pants, precum dripping at the thought of her being in charge. She was determined but never forceful. She was simply guiding me in a direction that I’d never realized by myself. I felt grateful for the fact that she was investing time in me, even though I also felt deeply embarrassed about the fact that. .Youknow, when I'm all grown-up?" Lucy asked."Don't worry, my little whore. You won't need a job. Someone will give you allthat you need. I need to tell you this...I belong to Carl...He owns me...I'm hispig-cunt. He bought me from that other man that was here all the time...Rememberhim?...Well, that doesn't matter. What does matter is... Well...When I'mfinished teaching you how to be a good pig-cunt like me... I'll sell you tosomeone...Then you'll belong to them. You'll have to do everything. ”“Howdy back at you,” the desk sergeant said amused by the greeting.He took a second to look over the man standing at his counter. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to recognize him as the cowboy who was the center of a lot of bad publicity for the department.A reporter who hung around the police station in case there was a story of some kind walked up behind Sonny and started listening to the conversation. He had recognized Sonny the minute he had walked into the station. Now he was. I felt like I could have done anything but we only drove around that evening. "No point in running before you can walk." Not in these shoes anyway."Sarah laughed. It was the sweetest sound in the world. I loved to hear her laugh. I would have done anything for her at that moment in time and by God, I think she knew it.Our lovemaking that night was wild and free and uninhibited. When we were spent, Sarah asked me if I would do something for her."Anything." I want you to wear one of my.