“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. Are you trying to act like your mom? Do you want to be known as a slut? I raised you better than that!”My words cu... through her like a knife, and I regretted them as soon as they left my lips. She backed up to the refrigerator and began to ball her eyes out. She slid down the fridge to the floor. She bent her knees in and buried her face against them. That position did nothing for the carnal thoughts in my head.The straddle of her shorts were stretched even. I think my gentlemanly behaviour got me some points ;)Unsurprisingly, our next date was not going to be another coffee - she agreed to have a night with me in a local hotel. I finally got to unwrap my present properly and she did not disappoint.....a busty blonde goddess who looked magnificent when she was riding my cock.All was going great and so I arranged to take her on a cinema date. We went to see a film called Widows out a couple of years ago. It probably wasn't a bad movie but I can. Soft, feminine. So why was Clint violating my fantasy? Why did I want my bedsprings to squeak so loudly, to grip his ass as he plowed into me?My pussy clenched. I slept naked. I squirmed, pushing off the covers, suddenly so hot. My large tits appeared, my nipples hard and pink. I writhed my legs, rubbing on my clit while pushing down the covers to expose my flat stomach and shaved pudenda. The unicorn tattooed on pubic mound almost glowed in the sunlight spilling through my half-closed. Just then, I heard a familiar voice in my ear. “Good evening, slut. Are you looking forward to the movie?”I didn’t know what to say, and couldn’t see anyone to say it to, so kept still.“Oh, it’s all right. I can hear you just fine. Your collar has a delicate microphone. If you speak, even quietly, I can hear you. Now: Are you looking forward to the movie?”Marta swallowed, “I guess?”Sir chuckled. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, aren’t we?”And my dress turned from black to white. It was still.