When I come home from work every day,you'll be here to comfort me, to help me relax, to serve me, and to waiton me hand and foot, which we both know y...u enjoy."Margret then forced herself on me, and she met absolutely no resistance.She pushed me back down on the mattress and probed my mouth with hertongue while maneuvering her body directly over mine. She took my wristsand pinned them next to my ears, properly mounted me, and begangrinding. Did I mention that I love this woman?As usual, we. But it was her body that left me breathless. Though appearing to be in her mid-twenties, her figure was that of an opulent teenager…probably 34C or D-23-36. Her breasts emerged high from her chest, full and succulent. Her torso narrowed to an incredibly small waist that was snugly bound by her tight shorts. Her hips flared roundly – unlike a typical Caucasian women – and were accented in back by a high, bubble-shaped bottom. Her thighs were full, softly delectable while stretching her shorts,. What I needis to be let out of here and checked by a Doctor!! Now let me up andI won't tell anyone what you've done to me." "She certainlysounds like its time for a milking with all that mooing. Help me hookher up and lets see what happens." Suddenly she couldn't see anymore and realized that a bag had been slippedover her head. This increased her panic and she began to struggleto move but the straps held her firm. Rough hands on her breastsincreased her effort to move but she soon. She arrived at the restaurant just after 7 PM, so she could have supper while waiting for me. Another waitress served her, and I was excited just seeing her there. She looked more feminine than I was used to, wearing a shirt waist type dress with buttons down the front showing some cleavage. More make up than I'd seen on her before, and a double string necklace with matching ear rings. She smiled when we made eye contact, I was looking forward to being with her again. I had convinced myself.