The last 5 years have been really rough on Irene. She hasn't had a decent relationship. She told my wife that the last time she had sex was a couple y...ars ago, what's worst is back then she didn't have an orgasm and was left unsatisfied by her partner. My wife got her to confess that all she'd been doing was to rub it off when ever she feels the urge. One night I got home from work late, I received a text from my wife that "Irene is staying for the night, she passed out on the couch." My. Goddess and I have planned this. You see, I know that you have this fantasy…. To be submissive. I know everything. I found your collection of porn more than a year ago and I know what you want, EVERY little kinky thing that turns you on! Then, when you couldn't get me pregnant, well I decided, with Carol's help... to take matters into my own hands... and get what I REALLY want!” She added with a very mischievious smile, "and I want THIS... with or with YOU!"With those words, Carol turned to her. I found a number of attractive neighbors. Many times one of them would open their slide, then slide mine all the way open, and I'd find a nice cock waiting for me. I would stroke just about every one, and the better ones I would suck. The jackpot was finding one that would fit my ass perfectly - about 6", not too thick and not too thin. For these people, I carried condoms and a small bottle of lube. (This was the height of the AIDS epidemic, and I always required a rubber.) Once I brought one. That’s what she had come to call it, the trigger. It had been a little over two years now. The first few times it had been frightening, no terrifying. She had learned how to manage, how to avoid the trigger, how to maintain her sanity.This Tuesday, she told her boss she had a doctor’s appointment after work and needed to leave half an hour early. But this Tuesday, the fates and stars aligned against her. First, her bastard boss not only denied her request, the stupid meeting he insisted she.