I remember to this day the first time I saw her just after my uncle had filled my pussy with his cum. OMG, the thrill it gave me just can’t be descr...bed!Like many things, that thrill died away but my uncle’s boorish manners didn’t. Eventually it deteriorated to where I hated it when he fucked me. He was fat, rough and foul-mouthed (there’s a difference between talking dirty during sex and cursing), didn’t bathe as he should, and was just generally not someone I enjoyed being around. I put up. "So tell me ... what's going on?" I don't know that I can. I shouldn't have said what I said to you in the first place. It's my problem anyway, not yours." Lorraine? Come on ... spill it." I decided to use the semi-shocking language she'd used right back at her, at least that would put us on equal ground here. I felt like that maybe I needed to do that, so I said: "Why doesn't your husband want to fuck you?" I asked.I actually got a smile out of her having said that. And she relaxed just a. Luckily, she had no problems working for a single dad. When she asked about the possibility of Marie coming back to us, I told there was none. When I continued that I had a schedule that almost totally excluded the possibility of dating she blushed a bit. I knew about her nieces. Even if they were very nice girls I had no intention to start courting via Sunday morning sessions at the local church. No thanks. But what made her happy was that I decided that I could leave my car for her, and I. She stood up and waited a second to see if he was going to stop her from going upstairs again, when he did not, she grabbed her purse and went upstairs, while he checked his computer. As she waited a minute for him to come upstairs, she felt the collar on her neck, and various thoughts flooded her mind. She had never seen herself as someone who would obey so easily, and yet she was doing just that, and being very aroused from it. This frustrated her as much as it aroused her, and she was.