Dark hair, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt that accentuated his muscles. It’s hard to miss him…he looks good enough to eat. Swallowing hard, ... walk into the café. The little bell above the door rings, beckoning him to look towards me. He does. Something mysterious flickers across his face. He smiles, but it’s not one of those big friendly ones. It seems forced. Crap. I think. I know I’m not a beauty, but wow…if looks could kill. I make my smile wider and walk to the table. He stands,. She was trembling with fear, but she still hadn't begged.I was between her legs, slowly stroking her clit. At least some of her trembling had to have come from that. This was the tail end of one of those hour-long sessions I’d mentioned.I used my other hand to gesture at the brand. "Once I pick this up, I will use it. If you beg for mercy now, I'll spare you it. Just beg me to make you come. Tell me you want it, want to be my slave, and this will all end."She shook her head. I sighed. I stopped. In the two months leading up to this day, we had sex many times in many different positions and hadn't fallen pregnant yet. Then this specific thursday night arrived. He got home from work and found me in the kitchen. I was wearing an oldish casual dress. He greeted me with a passionate kiss lifting me onto the kitchen counter. Pulling my thong down, his head went between my legs, he licked my pussy up and down with great passion soon making me orgasm. I pulled him up to kiss him while. It was then I recognized her. It was my mother in a wig!I ran over and knelt by her. I didn't know if she was dead or alive so I place my shaking hand on the exposed breast. Which I was relieved to feel slowly rise and fall.I had never felt a woman's breast before and could not resist squeezing it softly. A shiver seemed to course through my body as I flicked her nipple with my thumb and a strange feeling came over me. I had an erection! I thought about reaching down and pulling up the hem of.