If you do not like to read such things, we strongly advise you to stop here and now. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, ...ou would do so at your own risk and responsibility. This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as. When she wasn’t angry, she was distant. Midway into the second week, I thought things had gone on long enough. I had made a decision about our future, and on Thursday, I felt it was time to talk to her. I called Jude and let her know I wanted to spend the evening together. To my surprise, she agreed right away without any pushback.When I got home that evening, Jude was in the kitchen, dishing out bowls of homemade chili.“Hi honey,” she called as I walked into the kitchen. “I figured we’d eat. I kept it secret for three years but I have to get itout. Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three monthslater. I had to swallow my pride for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute blonde but he also took a horriblebeating at my hands. I wanted to contact him so bad so a couple of months afterour match I called him up and demanded a rematch. At first he hesitated becausehe knew the pain he went thru himself but then he agreed. We had one month totrain and get. Yes, Yes... all mine... completely at my mercy!Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, quivering lips of her excited pussy. Already, she was too far beyond the point of stopping him from anything he chose to do to her, or demanded that she do to him. Now, it was near time to get out his assortment of dildos. He couldn't keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his mouth back to the small.