“What about your friend, and my wife?” I said worryingly.“Not a problem,” she hissed, “I will make sure that she benefits when you're fully ...rained,” she said, ominously.I had no choice and began kissing her panties.“Good boy,” she said sarcastically.After about five minutes, she sat down on the settee.“Take my jeans off,” she barked, “And my panties.”When I had done this, she laughed and opened her legs wide.“Look at my pussy,” she said. “Now lean forward, and give it a big kiss, and beg to. “And then, unexpectedly I saw the object of my strongest, darkest fantasies in its purest form. Not my new master, but someone absolutely selfish, absolutely willing to use me in whatever way he wanted, no matter how fickle the whim.“I would never, ever really want a man like that to have power over me, but just for pretend it’s a very powerful idea. And then within seconds, before I had a chance to get more than a glimpse of it, that man was gone. I was very disappointed.“Then my old Jake. You’d just have to read the first few chapter of my story, Bag Lady & the Retired Marine to know some of what I’ve suffered. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a blonde, pretty, blue-eyed, busty woman, I see me. I see a depressed woman. I see an angry woman. I see a troubled woman. I see a woman who has a difficult time making it through her day. I see an unemployed woman and a homeless woman who still lives in the bedroom of a kind, elderly, albeit crazy Mennonite woman. I see a woman. After eating I washed all the plates and came to the room. She was sitting and calling me I went close and took her to the bedroom and pounced on her, I put a condom and she started riding me in cowgirl way and was bouncing which made her boobs bounce, what a sight was that… she also grinded me in my face by face sitting and I fucked her in many positions of our likes. She kept on stroking me when we were relaxing lying on the bed; she kept my cock rock hard. She said “ fuck banner, you’re cock.