He had those caring eyes that not too many people had, he gave me a warming smile and laughed and said, ‘Well, what might a little country girl be d...ing flying to the big city?’ I giggled uncontrollably and looked at my outfit choice. I had on a Dixie outfitter’s tee shirt and holey blue jeans. ‘Visiting family’ I replied as if I were asking him the question.‘My, what an accent!’ he gasped.That just made me even more uncomfortable and dry-mouthed. So I called for the stewardess and asked for. Women were the worst. I went from zero interest in me, to falling over themselves to be with me. Naturally, I obliged and there were a string of girlfriends, each more grasping and false than the last. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary I came to relish the game of exploiting them, holding out the bait of material things so they would do exactly what I wanted. One of them introduced me in a small way to the world of BDSM; which meant sexy games involving furry handcuffs,. He wondered what Mrs. Carter's husband would think, if he could see his wife impaled upon this big, driving prick, if be could watch how she was going crazy on the sliding meat.His dad would sure get a bang out of seeing it, Jerry thought, rolling his ass to make his cockhead rake all the tender spots deep within the flexing snatch, to grind his root into the pulsing clit. His dad would like to fuck this woman, too; he'd be a dummy if he didn't, because this Mrs. Hard-up Carter was one live and. Rebecca liked to wrap the boa constrictor around her neck to show that she had no fear of the things, but in all honesty her fear was hidden deep inside and she was trembling in a way that was similar to her prelude to a nice orgasm when a cock was buried deep inside her hidden feminine folds. She always made certain the constrictors were well-fed before she came anywhere near them and she avoid the other snakes, especially the poisonous ones with a terror that she hid quite well under her.