I guess Samantha’s parents were the opposite. She could do whatever she wanted. Well, at least until she came to live with you. She really loves you... you know?”“And I love her. Not romantically, but I do love her.”“Well, SHE is in love with you. I mean, crazy, to-die-for, in love with you. She’d marry you if you weren’t already married!”“She told you this?” I asked.“No, but it’s totally obvious. You’re the perfect match for her, though I guess your operation would present a problem if she wants. " The same wicked grin crossed her lips when I said this, but she didn't resist me."I'm sorry, master," she said submissively. As she said it she raised her right hand to her lips and licked three of her fingers, getting them dripping wet with her spit. She then lowered her hand between her legs and began rubbing the top of her pussy in a circular motion. Her breathing sped up slightly as she did so, but she kept her eyes fixed on mine.I unfastened each button on my shirt slowly watching her. I. The kind of girl you want to fuck 30 times, then marry. She was great in bed. Willing to try anything, and definitely knew what got me going. She was a screamer, which I was always a sucker for. She certainly knew hot to suck a dick too. I couldn't count how many times I came down her throat. She loved it too. We shared a fetish of her getting gangbanged. I love to watch her get pounded by random guys, and she loved to explain to me all her favorite parts of getting fucked by big strong guys. What gullible fool would do that? 10) The bra picture (hiding forty-two DDs) was a good touch and initially very convincing. Oh, you are good, and I’m a fool, but not totally stupid; I eventually catch on. I was born at night, it just didn’t happen to be last night. I was most suspicious from the get-go, but clung to the slight hope you were real, and not too good to be true. That was what you were depending on to pull off your scam! I had less of a chance that you were real than I have in.