Before I met you, I was a real slut. I would do it with just about anyone, anytime. I talked to a few counselors and even went to a shrink for awhile ...o try to control my addiction. I thought I had overcome it, and for a long time I was able to keep it in check. But when I got this job and the pressures of being a wife and working and... oh I don't know, I just started having those feelings again. Then that day, the car broke down and Billy came to my rescue. He was so nice and so helpful, I. I wanted him to dominate me rendering me powerless to do anything but surrender to him. I could feel his cock pressing up against my lower belly, teasing me with its hardness, and his lust fired mine. We had to get to the next stage. I reluctantly separated my lips away from his. The heat of the sun had subsided as it was becoming over cast. We were standing on the paved area surrounding the pool. The yard was so large no one could see us where we are or what we were doing. I didn’t want to. The soft PVC dress was stretched fabulously, clinging to every contour of my very curvy body as he continued sliding the zipper further down, watching the shiny stretched pink second skin, cover my lingerie clad body, until it rested at the bottom seam, just above my silk stocking covered knees. He smoothed the dress over my Waspie and the garter straps, which thankfully still protruded through the material of the dress, showing the obvious bumps of sexy lingerie, a sure fire slut look if ever. Instead of going the slow and steady route, this time she rams the full length into me as soon as she's positioned and folds me back like an accordion, going at it fast and frantic like a b**st who just moved in for the kill on an unsuspecting prey. Slamslamslam went her lustful rhythm as I could barely accommodate her fat excited erection, and she just shoved that much harder. Truthfully, a part of me very deep down was starting to enjoy this, though it would take a while for me to admit to.