.. feeling my control over you. Feeling the other end of my cock push against the inside of me. Every thrust against your ass, pushes against my clit,...making me feel so aroused. I can only hope, your ass will be able to withstand the build of my orgasm. I push forward and withdraw, over and over again. Your face is red, but your jaw is slack and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being fucked like the whore you are. "You like this, don't you, Slut?" "Yes, Mistress"... I tighten my grip on your. The truth was that while Jordan wasn'tnecessarily avoiding talking about themself, it's just not something thatcame naturally.Had Jordan been gifted with Adam's loquaciousness, the full story wouldprobably include more details about how high school was torture evenafter Adam graduated. It's not like there was relief coming, all thathappens is that a new crop of shitheads take the place of the old ones,and they always gravitate to picking on the fat, stumpy, unathletic boy.The threads started. ”“Why?”“Because I gave the number to Millie and suggested she call the Sheriff after all. You see she had hired him as a dishwasher and found him stealing from the cash register. That is what the fight was about? When she called the Sheriff, he ran the plate and the guy was wanted. Millie said I saved her, but I think she could have handled him. The Sheriff called her the day before yesterday and told her that the highway patrol had picked up the guy and were sending him back to Indiana where. "By the time I assumed control of it I had already graduated from college and was working. I didn't need anything. I invested it and now I have more money than sense. It isn't that I'm particularly thrifty or greedy. It's just that I don't need much. I've been living well within my means since long before the trust fund matured."It wasn't until I fell head over heels for Mouse that my needs started to expand. I'm going to buy the house and furnish it. Except for those two major expenditures we.