Danielle was the Mistress of our marriage and home, and I was her servant, submissive to her every need and desire.It was that simple.She and I agreed...at the very beginning of our relationship, almost two decades before, that our lifestyle would be based on the concept of female domination. It was what worked for of us. That didn't mean I was her outright slave, thought many people might choose to view it in such a way, including me at different times. Danielle and I had a marriage inwhich I. Cassie remembered the first time Zoe asked her to cut class, she almost said no. But then she remembered how boring Mrs. Robinson was and decided to go. She remembered two boys wrestling beneath the bleachers (Mike and Shane) practicing moves they'd learned in class. Cassie coughed a lot the first time but after a while she got pretty good and could smoke them down as well as Zoe. Shane was eighteen and bought Cassie packs when she ran out. "We're almost there," Zoe said. When they walked in. His lust made him more forceful than normal and, as he hunkered over her and felt her guide him to her slot, he entered her roughly, slamming deep on his first lunge, spreading her fat pussy lips apart and mashing the clitty he had been unable to see."OHHhhhhhhhh" she moaned. "I've missed this so much."All of Robby's attention was on the soft warm pussy that was clasping his erect tool. He felt the beginnings of a premature ejaculation and held still."Don't stop" she moaned."I'm too excited.". She always wore nice underwear. It was the one thing where she would splurge. Money was always tight in their small walk-up apartment. They could share mac & cheese for dinner, but new lace French panties were an always-welcome addition to their frugal household. He never begrudged her those indulgences.They had been having problems. Money was scarce and he worked long hours, coming home exhausted. She was patient, but sometimes the frustrations ran over. It had been that way for several weeks.