Especially if you are a woman. You have to be better than the men, at everything.”In some people that would have sounded arrogant or even conceited....With Claire, it was just matter of fact.Claire went on to describe what in Mark’s eyes appeared to be a stellar military career, with regular promotions and operational tours of Iraq and Afghanistan under her belt.“It has not come without a cost though," Claire admitted. “I’m forty-two, no kids and single again. I came back from six months in. ”“So if I’d come in and buttered him up with gifts and flattery and promised him pretty girls, we’d all be going to lunch together as pals?” he sneered.“You can’t afford me,” I said bluntly. “I have so much money right now that I don’t know what I’ll do with it all. What gift do you think you can afford that’ll impress me? And you REALLY didn’t do any of the assigned reading if you think you can reel me in with promise of pretty girls. You saw Emma when she dropped me off. I sleep in two. But he suddenly threw away from her cunt and told her he wanted to taste a little bit of her nice tiny asshole. Ana opened her lustful eyes and started to complain about it, but the black bull just grabbed her ankles and made her turn head down on the couch.My wife once again tried to protest, but Jacob moved forward and entered her tight rosebud with his well lubricated black serpent. Ana cried in pain, screamed and tried to struggle, but both guys grabbed her tightly and then she stayed quiet. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom I’d thought I was.My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, five-feet-five-inches tall, one-hundred-and-twenty-pounds, nice tits that aren’t all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blonde hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so.