His first few messages sounded a familiar tone: “All girls like to be told what to do. Even smart, strong ones like to be used.” I was shocked�...no woman would want that. But I started thinking and looking at other girls more. They wore short dresses, high heels, and low-cut shirts. Their sun soaked bodies were always tan. They laughed at all the jokes and flirted shamelessly. They would put their hands on the men, blushing. And they got all the attention. Here I was, trying to be. All the men you intimidated, bullied, and cowed. You're going tolook at all of them and realise their disgust at you, how much they hatedyou, and all their contempt at your petty displays of dominance.But you're going to envy them so much. You're going to miss being strong,tall, male, powerful. You're going to have to get help reaching forthings on shelves and opening jars. Your tits are going to get in the wayof everything, and those fucking nails, and the long hair, and thefucking horrible. “Holy shit Sandra, damn that feels good, you’re still as tight as the first time we did it.” “I keep it tight for you Billy; I know how much you like it. Now don’t you go blowing off those balls of yours anytime too soon…. You always seem to do it too fast and today’s special don’t forget.” “How could I possibly forget?”I wasn’t sure what they were talking about but as Sandra started to raise up and down on his cock the talk became broken murmurs. Man, what a pussy she had, leaning forward both. But things never went right, always fights, lies and more in our relationship and things started to become more bad and cold, so I started to do this again in her back because without want to give more details ( she did no deserve my loyalty or respect after many bad things she did )Anyway...She was already meeting with a guy but we were still living together but in the process for separate( things are difficult when you have to pay a rent) and until she could move and find other room or me, we.