She and her mother started going out to the movies or the theater, with a glass of wine later in some fashionable place during the later weekends that...she stayed.Moira, unlike some of her male colleagues, her father not included for obvious reasons, never used her prerogatives as a medical obstetrician to playfully touch the intimate parts of her patients in a sexual way. Not that she wasn't tempted sometimes, being bisexual as she was, but she respected people in her care were there in. She was a bit over weight but dressed well. Her husband had taken her virginity but she loved sex so when he died she had had a couple of man friends but her sex life had waned off.On the night we meet we got on well had a drink and being a gentleman I walked her home she lived close to the hotel I was staying at so she invited a me in, after a bottle of wine we got round to talking sex – she told me she had not had any sex for almost 5 years and to be honest she thought she was past it. After. It had all begun when she had wandered into that online chatroom.He had been all suave and domineering, there. And she'd been more than interested in the fantasy. The little power games they played out had been quite enjoyable. And when he'd started telling her to do things when she was offline, she had done them, too.And it had been fun. Very fun.Then they had met. Somehow this man who was interesting, literate, and intelligent had been physically blessed as well.He was tall, with deep mocha. She was in absolute control and I was her living, breathing fuck-doll. For a person who prided himself on his ability to maintain control in almost any given situation, being totally dominated was paradoxically liberating."You are my little whore," Brisa cried, between loud pants. "My beautiful little bitch." Her moist lips kissed the back of my neck."Work that ass for me, you hot little slut," she whispered breathlessly in my ear. She bit down sharply on the lobe, Pressing my head downwards.I .