”“And yet you dream about being submissive… that was the thing that was different with Tom, am I right?”He was.Andrew jumped in. “Why do you...fight so much if this is the very thing you want? There is nothing to be ashamed of.”“It’s not shame," I said. But of course it was. But not only.“Why fight so hard? You’re losing a lot of energy.”“I have to.”“Why?”I shook my head. “I don’t know. I have to. I can’t give up just like this.”“What would happen if you did?”“What was it like with Tom?” Josh and. What she did was curse yet again under her breath. What she did was walk into the vast open space, ignoring the pimpled nerd at the reception desk. But what she also did, was stop right in front of the revolving doors that led to the street. Beyond the reflection of her body she saw the deep dark wetness of a Quebecois night. Streets gleamed with dripping lights. There was the heavy drone of traffic. She heard a far away police siren.And she knew.She knew that if she would step into the well of. He stopped the car and we walked to a private beach where we could be totally alone. He got a blanket out of the trunk and laid it out of for us to sit on. He took out a bottle of wine. We only kissed twice before and I knew something was going to happen I just didn’t know what. We sat very close caressing each others legs. He turned my face around so I would be able to look at him and he kissed me deep and passionately. I felt his tongue intertwined in mine. I moved my hand up his leg, I felt. "I said you can fuck my ass," I replied."Nope he said, I think I'll be leaving now, it doesn't sound like you really want me to do it." Bobby, I'm begging you," I said. "Please fuck my ass. You can fuck my ass anytime you want. It's your ass." Truthfully, I hated anal sex. Bobby didn't enjoy vaginal sex with me because my pussy was kind of stretched from my husband's larger, fatter dick. But I was addicted to Robert and couldn't refuse him anything."Well, if you really want me to," he smirked..