She was my fiancee. She loved me. How could shebe doing this? Quickly the tears began to fall until they were more ofNiagara Falls than a sob."I bet y...u're wondering what's going on, aren't you?" She said.I just nodded my head, trying to keep Becca in focus through the tears."I've lived with you for two years. I've done everything for you. Imade you think that I was the perfect woman. I did your laundry, Iwashed the dishes, I mowed the yard. I put up with your alcoholism andyour abuse. And for. Yes, I liked her and I found the sex exciting. But I quickly came to terms that I was more interested the experimentation of being with another woman, and that Annie had just been in the right place at the right time. Was I interested in doing it again with Annie, and the answer was no, and I was all lesbianed out. I was also in no doubt that Annie was looking for a relationship in which she would be the dominant mover and that didn't leave me any other place than being the submissive one. That. Butfirst, a parting gift." Gift? What kind of gift?" The gift of being marked as my property."Zack began backing up slowly. "Whoa... wait a minute." A series ofhorrible possibilities entered his mind as Rebecca slowly stalked towardhim. "What kind of mark?!?"As quickly as the tension built, it diffused as Rebecca's hands shotforward holding another collar.Zack exhaled. He'd been expecting a knife, a branding iron or somethingeven crazier. This woman was gonna give him PTSD, if she hadn't. Her nose and tongue were mashed deeply into his ass as she continued to probe deeply into his anal canal. ‘You sexy little slut,’ he said to her as he pushed her face into his ass. But now he wanted something else. He pushed her away from her ass. She came up for air and her cheeks were flushed. She gasped audibly and sucked air in through her nose. Her eyes were wide with lusty confusion. Her gorgeous brown, curly hair hung from her head down the sides of her round face. She had sweat around.