I put that huge butt plug you hate having shoved up your ass under the pillow. Make sure it’s inside you when I call you to come up after he’s gon...." I stayed in bed waiting nearly all night for her phone call. I tried my best to stay awake, but eventually I drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by my cell phone sometime after 8a.m. the next morning. I quickly reached for that giant butt plug then the door swung open. There she was still dressed partially in her French maid outfit without the. We argued almost constantly back and forth by private message. I fought with him over everything. He wasn't going to make me grovel at his feet for mere scraps like the rest of these idiots were doing. I was a leader in my own right, and I refused to cower to him. What started out as arguing, eventually became mutual respect. We each had our divisions we were in charge of, but often we'd pick each other's head for ideas to fix the problem we faced. Soon the divisions were blurred as we talked. Her chunky young body in red underwear and white ankle socks, with her big tits on display was a sight to behold.I hurriedly stripped out of my clothes, my rigid prick stood proudly before her. I parted her thick thighs and lowered my head between her legs. I pushed those sexy lace panties to the side and saw her perfectly shaven fat pussy for the first time. After parting her cunt lips, I aimed straight for her clit and began licking and sucking on it.Karen was delirious, moaning, grunting and. I think it’s fair to say she indulged me in my fetish but made it clear that she wanted me to want her, not just her in satin.Although my fantasy of her with other men was growing in intensity by the day, I was terrified that she would think I was weird so I did all I could to keep it to myself and managed to do just that for about eighteen months until, that is, we went to Venice for a long weekend. On the second evening we were there was her birthday and I had booked us a table at a famous.