”“Then Italian it will be my dear, it's been a while since I dined out with a beautiful young lady. Seven o'clock okay for you?”She looked at he... watch, it was just after six. That would give her plenty of time to take a shower, get changed and make herself ready. She smiled at the thought of him thinking of her as a young woman, he was ten years older than her.“Seven will be fine,” she replied, as she turned the handle of her bedroom door and went in.Fifty minutes later, having showered,. You’ll be protected and worshiped in your own way.” She hums in pleasure, her eyes going a bit hazy, her mouth pumping hard.“And Adam,” at the mention of her baby, she slows, her eyes looking at me intently with worry. “Is my son now. My heir. I’ll protect him and make sure he’s raised well.” She smiles with her eyes and continues sucking loudly. “Oh and enough of the constant ‘master’ shit. I want you to speak freely, try to be yourself. I want a wife, not a robot.” She lifts her mouth off me. .I'm straight and I really like girls, I have never even had sex Mr. Anderson I think we should just forget about this and go home." Coach Anderson laughed a little has be still had his left hand on my ass and his right hand reached around to my hard dick and grabbed on to it he started to stroke it hard and fast, I felt so good I couldn't help but put my head back and moan. "If you tell me boy, right now that you want to stop I'll stop and go home right now, but if you tell me you want to keep. She was a misandrist. It had nothing to do with Ed, or with me, Wendy simply hated men. She enjoyed seeing us disappointed and hurting us. The more I thought about it, the more I saw through her game.Ed had been smitten with the bitch from jump street. She had built up his affection to the point where she was satisfied and then dumped him without actually giving him the dignity of being dumped.What I’d originally taken as kindness, was just more game playing. If she’d simply told Ed that she.