And, to tell you the truth, being humiliated and laughed at, isnot fun. Even if no one knows that you, a man, are wearing a bra underyour sweatshirt, ...ou know it. You feel it. You know that your wife,mother, sister, daughter, girlfriend has made you wear it. You can't getover your shame. But you can get used to it. You can come to a pointwhere the shame and the humiliation become part of you and of what youwant. That point has come over this past year.I am ready to do whatever Annie desires. It was a new position for me. I’d done doggy once, but never had a girl flat on her stomach like this before. I pushed the fabric of her tank top up and smiled at the cute little dimples on her lower back. God damn, this woman was hot. I don’t know what it is about those dimples, but I love them.I supported my weight with my hands on either side of her shoulders and started to pump my hips. Once again, I was having sex with a woman I barely knew and she seemed eager to let me. Bareback. She put. So that meant she was staying alone the whole day when her husband was not there.The beast inside me started making plans of getting laid with her. She asked me about my girlfriend. I said I don’t have any girlfriend because I don’t like to be in a serious relationship but I have a few affairs with married ladies. She raised her eyebrows and gave a wicked smile.She asked me whether I liked married ladies. I said, yes of course. She asked why and I said that they were quite experienced and their. But when I heard Justin's voice, and the feeling of his massive hands squeezing my breasts, it triggered something deep inside me. My mouth was saying: "No, Justin, this is wrong" But my body was yearning to be ravaged by this hulk of a young man. As I gave way to my inhibitions. Justin caressed my breasts while kissing my neck. "Oh, Mrs. H. You taste so sweet" Soon I felt his 12-inch cock sliding in between my legs, rubbing along my clit: "Please, Justin, don't stop" I knew at that moment,.