She wasn’t what you'd call a raving beauty but she had something special. She had a latent sex appeal!!! She didn't seem to do anything to push the ...oint but it was just there. Each time, after we'd spent time together, I'd go back to my own flat and imagine how it would be to undress her and find out what sort of underwear she wore. I'd imagine her mature breasts in lacy or silky bras, her pussy hidden by matching panties and how good it would be to strip her completely and make love to. And unfortunately, since beggars can’t be choosers, that meant being an Uber driver. In Toronto.He wasn’t the biggest fan of the city, and he didn’t like crowds even when he wasn’t working among them, but as is the case with many lines of work, it was the customers that truly made the job hell.“Hello, excuse me?” the woman asked, walking up to his car, speaking into his open window.Here we go, Sulman internally groaned. Even the way this woman walked was entitled.“Are you my Uber driver?” she. She has taken complete control of my sex by emasculating me and I probably deserved it.In an attempt to express my masculinity I began to grow a mustache and a beard. She would have none of that. This one night we were preparing for bed. We both sleep in the nude and I was watching her from across the bed as she was pulling back the covers. I was admiring how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to be getting into bed with her.She has a beautiful face with deep penetrating brown eyes and when. As I stood there on display the drop grew and then fell leaving a gossamer trail linking my clit to the little bowl beneath me.‘Well well slut how does that feel?’ ‘Humiliating Miss’ I typed, ‘but clearly exciting if your engorged clit is anything to go by’ ‘Yes Miss’ ‘Did you have permission to become excited slut?’ ‘No Miss’ ‘What happens to sluts’ who misbehave?’ ‘They get punished Miss’ ‘Yes slut they do and I have the perfect punishment for you’ ‘Oh god Miss not that’‘Yes slut tonight you.