So later that day at about 2pm this other sexy fat bitch with DDs...i have a thing for big tits if u havent noticed...this one is about 35 she hits me...up asking me where i live cuz shes in the area and wants to hang out for a min since me and her never chilled before im like half asleep im like watever its cool i dont expect anything but to chill so i tell her where im at and she comes over like 30mins later...i showered quickly and got dressed an the door bell rings and its her still in her. “Good morning,” I greet her. Damn, she’s looking so beautiful and proud, even in the casual clothes she wears today. And even being a slave. She doesn’t reply, of course she doesn’t. She’s a slave and she knows the rules. I have to keep myself from boorishly staring at her in admiration.We get into the back seats and both cars hit the road. If you are inclined to call this strip of dirt a road.“So, I’m Andrew. Andrew Parker. Most people call me Andy.”She looks incredulous at my outstretched. . I don't know if I'm alone, or if you're watching me.Then you appear at my side, touching my hip, and tell me to lift up. I lift my hips in the air and you shove a pillow under my waist. It pushes my hips up high, forces my knees open farther, and exposes my tight asshole to you.You shove a finger in my ass without warning. I yelp in surprise as I clench against it. You take your finger out and replace it with something hard, cold. I resist, but you push until I have no choice but to accept. Then like a door opening I had an epiphany. It was when her brother in law had passed. To the day, I could see when she and her sister grew closer than they ever had.I shook my head, a little over two years ago. Then her sister had finally sold her home, asking first, then moving in with us. We had a rather large home, thinking that we would start having children soon. I laughed out loud at this, not very fucking likely now.Now I had to question, like I felt most guys in my position might, did.