"No lies, no objections, no hesitation," I recited. My anxiety cranked up a notch, knowing there would be no tricks today, like last night's phone aud...ence. She wanted my commitment and I gave it. "I promise." "Or else?" I felt my mouth go dry. "You send me home. Alone. Abandoned." "That's right," she snarled. She watched my face for... weakness? "You want me to teach you, don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. The words spilled from me unhindered by my fear, relieved at the opportunity. My wife can relate to this video and admits it's her. Even the clothes, coincidentally, that she wears on her back are the same. The red bra, the red panties (the same ones that are still sold at Walmart) the skirt, the blouse, etc. Even the size and weight looks exactly the same (petite and plump)Some characteristic details (pacifier, mole on the neck, chest, red dot near the right ear, etc.) despite the foundation she put on her face and neck.You speak English and French (bilingual) and she. He teased the my lips, ever so gently, tracing the line along the edge of the fabric, as far as he could reach, almost down to my ass, and back up the other side. I moaned softly, wishing he would hurry, needing to feel his fingers inside me, wishing for his cock. "I told you," he pinched one of my pussy lips, "that you need…," he pinch the other one, "to be quiet". He pinched them together, near the top, catching my clit between them, I gulped, and panted a little, trying not to cry out. . Maybe a few months ago. I knew our relationship clicked from when I first saw that picture of you, you looked so shy and timid, it was a real turn on. Your figure was so feminine, with curves in all the right places. In your picture you wore all the buttons on your shirt done up, but I knew inside that you wouldn't be afraid to rip it off. I continued reading about you, your name was Casey. You lived in Florida - alone. And I knew that I had to meet you, even though I lived a long way away..