“Yeah, but that is half of the fun sometimes,” Betty said. “Some people like to feel like they are dominating someone else. There is a tremendou... rush of power to fill someone else’s asshole and own it. I’ve worn strap ons before, and I have to say that I can see why men love fucking my ass,” Betty said. She explained that anal sex was often more about asserting that dominance than it was anything else.Tucker didn’t fully understand that but it turned him on to hear her be so open about anal. Now, it wasn't the love of love songs, and theirhappily ever after horseshit. It was his beauty, his cruelty and his kindness,in that order, that I loved at that moment. The kind hands in my hair, andon my throat. His asking me if I loved him as he had whipped me the first time.The melting tenderness that all subs crave and we never ask for. We simplybask in it when we earn it by submission and willingness to serve. Anythingfor you. It was more than that though . I hadseen him take as much as. "Maid?" She called her house Gynoid."Hello Maid. I've taken a few liberties." The voice wasn't the usualdulcet female tones of Maid but the intonation was similar. It soundedlike... her old voice. She looked up at her old body in shock. So muchbigger. Her eyes focused on her former cock. They were both naked. Hehad called her Maid... That meant she was Maid?"Maid? This is unacceptable. I demand you free me-" she tried to soundfirm and authorities but instead sounded weak and uncertain. He cut. We then hit sand and took a hard left, down along the cliff face into a small cove which was only exposed during low tide. "Oh my god," she marveled as we looked out to sea. The moon shone over the waves that crashed onto the shore, only about 50 feet away. I moved in behind her and pulled her close, kissing her neck. She craned her face towards mine, forcing me to look into her brilliant green eyes. I moved in for a kiss, and as I did she pushed away and asked playfully, "What's in the.