Not knowing if Stanley had a DVD player in his bedroom, I took my purse. We drove out of town, in two cars, and then I parked mine in a large shopping...center lot. We rode together to his home, our conversation still on the financial report while our minds were both in his bed. As we approached his home, his hand went to the clicker and the garage door opened for us, closing before I left the car.I had never been in this house before; the furnishings were those of a woman, certainly, with not. I did as he asked and handed him the phone. He pointed the camera down at my face and cockslapped me several times."What are you?" He asked."I'm your whore." I replied."And why are you here?" Because I'm an absolute slut who will do anything to suck your cock."THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.I moaned like a bitch in heat, knowing that my complete humiliation was now being filmed."Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth."This was it. My quest to become a submissive slut was about to be. But there was something undeniably appealing about lying back in sun on a chaise longue and being attended to in such handsome a fashion by a truly beautiful woman! I have to confess, her focus on pleasing me was flattering, and when I found out that she was also pleasing herself, the edge of guilt — that somehow I should be doing more to please her —- melted away. Truly, however one-sided it may have appeared, her pleasure was at least as great as mine. As her level of excitement rose, Angel. When she looked up at me, the confident stare was replaced by a heated need; a desire. I pulled her towards my aching rod. She pulled my boxers away, freeing my shaft from the clutching fabric. Looking down, I watched my cock twitch inside my shorts. The tip was oozing pre-cum, although Jenna still couldn’t see. She eased my underwear down, steadily, watching with gorgeous, wide eyes as I was slowly revealed to her. As my head and its leaking tip were exposed, Jenna’s tongue darted out of her.