She gasped slightly, and predictably, and from that, I knew she was mine. It only took a mild show of force or dominance these days to bring her to th... point of submission and needing to please me. She really was a good girl, especially when her need to please took over. My hand left her knee and went under her shirt, pushing her bra up and out of the way as I began caressing her firm breasts. Her nipples were sensitive and hard, just as they always were with me. I honestly don’t believe I’ve. He says nothing. He Just presss himself against me and I know its Justin. I struggle against him. I push him and twist against him. Get off of me I scream at him, his hand claps over my mouth. I reach up to remove it but he is too strong. I brought my other hand up to, which had been trying to push him away. This is what he wanted. He grabs them both, spins me around, and quickly ties them together with some type of rope. I begin to scream again. A piece of fabric is cinched around my head and. " She almost pleaded. She really wanted my cum."Do you deserve it?" I do. I really do, please!" She pleaded. "I've been a very good girl! On my knees where I belong!" She continued. She was a total submissive whore, and I was loving every second of it."What do good girls get?" Good girls get cum all over there faces!" She sucked down again, bobbing up and down, and then pulled off. "PLEASE! CUM ON MY FACE!"I grabbed my dick in my hand and pumped three times. The first shot came out and blasted. To keep herself occupied, her eyes scanned the room. She looked out the window at the quiet, serene summer day. It was empty until a hulking black man walked by her line of sight. He was dressed in a repair man's uniform...possibly a cable repairman...but then he was gone. So her eyes gazed around to all the pictures around the room, before she focused in on one in particular...an old picture from when they were dating ages ago. Her husband looked so much younger and in shape back then. He even.