“Come here,” Smita ordered.He obeyed meekly, feeling ridiculous with his semi-hard dick dangling out. He stood before her, trying not to stare at ...et another photo of her and her life partner on the bedside table.“Undress for me,” she said.“O-Okay.” Ben fumbled with his buttons, suddenly in a hurry to be naked in front of this older woman — surely that would be less humiliating than his poor wardrobe choices and dangling dick!“No rush, Ben,” she said kindly, seeing how flustered he was.He. "And this maybe your lucky night," I said.I took off my shirt and shorts off, and then I laid next to him in my bra and panties. I saw his cock poked out through his boxers. I never saw his cock before, and he had a nice one. It was about eight or nine inches long, and it was very hard as well."John, you have been hiding that from me?" I asked."To be fair, you never asked to see it before," John replied."Good point," I said.He look straight at my boobs, and he was begging for them to come. I was called Cheery Smith - her cumslut. They ordered me to undress, I did. They ordered me to jerk off, I did. I didn't know who was controlling me, I didn;t care. They had me lie on my back and cum, I did. After telling me my cum was too pathetic for me to interest them, they left Skype. A week later I knew what I needed. I needed her. All I thought about was her firm hand and soft ass. She was so powerful, she had total control over me while I went about my day. I thought of her, all my. Oh, well, it would only be one night.Breakfast brought a bit of a rude shock. I picked up the 'paper to keep me company as I ate, and the second I turned it over there I was, down at the bottom of the damn front page! Ashley or somebody was going all out; I was "wanted for questioning" in connection with "possible terrorist activities."It got worse. I was a "dangerous fugitive" and "might be armed," to boot. Jesus Christ, was he trying to get me killed? I had a sudden mental picture of those.