" I know you haven't done it before, darling. I'll be the first woman to spread her legs for you. You mustn't worry about a thing. I'm sure you'll fuc... me like a man. You'll learn quickly and satisfy me perfectly. I know my son. Take me, lover! I'm all yours!" she cooed, lying on her back and raising her spread-legs for him.Angela boldly beckoned her son to come to her. She saw his long hard cock kicking like a stallion in front of him. She saw his prick standing up straight and strong from his. She came close so I could feel her breath and said ‘Tell me, share with me, maybe I’d like some fun too, maybe I’ll surprise you’. Well my mind was blown and my cock was pretty close as well. We sat down and I began to list some things, some of which I’ve always had in mind and others were just to shock her into submission, I could hear her getting turned on. I told her about wanting a 3-some, I told her I wanted to swing and have an orgy and as I went on she interrupted me ‘Slow down I’m not. As he’d watched her ride in, the thin material of her poorly-patched man’s shirt clinging so sheerly to her breasts that he could see both dark areolae, her breeches clinging to her thighs so that he could see the definition of muscle all the way up to her cleft, had caused a warm pulling in his loins that he hadn’t been able to avoid as he’d breathed in the scent of her wet body and horse-sweaty clothes when he’d blanketed her. With one swift movement, he up-ended her over his shoulder like a. The book purported to be the memoirs of a rich man’s submissive sex-slave. She was willing to be what she was, and claimed to quite enjoy being his slave.I’d first read the book a couple of years before I met Erika, because it was good masturbation material, and at the time, with the odd exception, my fingers and toys were all I could usually get for sexual pleasure. I didn’t know if Erika would cope, psychologically, with dominating me, when I asked her to read the book, and consider.