Hardly what you could call a perfect woman." Not so. Not every man cares for the anorexic runway model type. There are a lot of us who like our women ...o have some meat on their bones." Yeah! Right!" Hey lady; go look at yourself in the mirror. Don't look at yourself below the neck. Concentrate on the neck up. You have a beautiful face and your hairstyle frames it perfectly. And I'm here to tell you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with your legs although four inch heels would make them. Her look to me showed that lost little girl who had been used sometime previously, somewhere before and had no where to turn, as again she was entrapped into a web of deception of what showed on the outside and what was true on the inside. She was mine, but it would take some discipline before she truly believed I was to her what I intended to be. "Take your blouse off now," and she hesitated with another look to see if I truly meant to be so serious at this moment. My hands immediately. I said move over. I ordered it to take of my pants off and then strip naked. I lay down on the floor and tell him to climb on and fuck me hard and deep and to jack off harder than he did before. As he is almost close, Dawn looks over the counter and says enjoy it, after tomorrow you will always s be my bitch to peg as I want. I asked her if she wants a practice run now, but she begs off. I tell the twink get on with it, you have ten minutes to make yourself cum before I push you off of me. He. I am not for your enjoyment, you are just my fucking toy. You don’t control this fuck, you just take it.” He shoved my face back down into the table, then grabbed my shorts and panties and yanked them down to my ankles. He kicked my feet out of the shorts and panties, then shoved my legs far apart. He stood over me rubbing my pussy and said “Now I’m going to have some fun. Don’t fucking move an inch, I’ll be right back.” I did as he asked but the anticipation was killing me. What was he going.