My pleasure came to an abrupt end when his chubby hands slapped down on my breasts. Mickael proceeded to knead my breasts as if they were bread dough....He pulled, stretched and flicked my aching nipples. Not moving his mouth from my pussy, he grunted, “You need to be whorish to earn money, Deena. Scream.” I never felt confident enough to be a vocal lover. Even when I was in an orgasmic rush, I would only offer a quick burst of excited yelps. So to scream down the house would not come natural.. ’ ‘It is my business. You were mine. You’d still be mine if…’ She looked at him without finishing what they both knew. ‘I’m not anyone’s, Candy. You made your choices. I’m over it, okay?’ She put a hand on his cheek and said, ‘Don’t say that. I love you. I made a mistake. You know you still love me.’ Two years ago, those would have been the magic words to put him back into her bed. The slow caressing way that she spoke wove her spell, but he knew where it was headed. ‘We could still get. The entire morning has been wasted.I had no idea that it would be so tough. It was true I didn’t have any concrete and definite ideas in my head. Still, there were a few half-developed thoughts and glimpse scenes from my favorite porn videos and erotic stories which I had hoped I would be able to replicate in my writing. After all, I was really looking forward to write a hot, sizzling adult story for a long time now. But I just wasn’t able to create a basic story line and write a single word,. "Hah, another one. You young men have a go at polishing up some untamed bit of flesh, think you've turned it into something special, and then try and make a turn on it. Sorry, but it hardly ever works."He leaned over the counter to give me the benefit of his wisdom. "The trouble is, you do too good a job. Yes, the point of a good collar is it wants to be with you. Great if it gets off on obeying you. That's submissive, that is. But you kids make it personal. That thing there, I see how it looks.