She got promotion in 2014 and was one of my department head due to her creative Ideas and knowledge. Our life was on track again. But health was not. ...he wants me to do sex with her daily but my body was not responding always as i was 6 year older than her.So,somehow she feel bad. We used to go clubs and parties. Sometimes she went alone with her lady friends. Sometimes we fought and that grew in terms of numbers. First it was once in month, but then once in week but then almost daily. One day. "Why don't we switch again."Yes, yes, yes! My libido is doing handsprings as they exchange places and he settles back at my crotch, his spoon dipping into me.OHmyGOSH! We're getting down to the bottom now. His spoon is scraping the inside of my vagina as he slowly, teasingly cleans me out. Oh WOW!He smiles wickedly as his tongue suggestively slurps the softened treat off his spoon. Oh, how good that tongue would feel inside me. His lips could warm my clit back up, making it burn, and burn, and. As promised your cock was in my ass as often as it was in my cunt, and you wanted it to be ready for your use. I reveled in my new-found submissiveness, and every demand you made of me, every way in which you controlled my body, reminded me of it.One morning, after dressing in the thin sundress that was all you allowed me to wear, you told me we'd be having company. You looked me over critically, telling me to make sure my cunt was shaved bare and to have an enema that afternoon. My skin. I know that there is doom and pain ahead, and still I inch my body toward his, aching for that poison. Aligning myself with him, tipping my head to look into his eyes, indeed his very soul, laying my hand on his chest, I know I’ve found home. I haven’t the right. I want to step back, to leave this man, this poet, for someone else to find, but I cannot. He is there, his heart beating steady against my hand, and I am not possessed of the power to let him go. I feel the tears, building at the.