..” he muttered in a pained voice, his body still combating the tightness of his new suit and the weight of his additional endowments.“When there'... a big, strong man in my life... someone like Howie, but straight... I very much enjoy being put in my place. I like it when strong men top me.”Moxie slid her hand down and grabbed his right ass cheek. It was soon joined by other hand on his left flank; the beautiful belle grabbing his now expanded apple bottom from both sides and giving it a firm. She kept apologizing to me over and over.“Jen, it’s ok sweetie. I understand, just be happy. That’s all that matters in life.”We quietly finished dinner and made our exit to the parking lot. I knew that we both felt terrible, so continuing the night made absolutely no sense for either of us. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to Jen’s. She realized where we were going and said nothing. As I pulled into her space, the silence in the car was deafening. I reached over and took her. Cords in his neck strained. His arm stuttered and he looked down—maybe at the magazine, maybe at his seed slopping on the floor, maybe at both. From the stairs, she heard his satisfied sigh.A flutter and shudder, weakness possessed Amy's knees. She held the railing and caught her balance—stuffed her panties into her purse. Still unsteady, she slipped out to the driveway.A trio of anger, jealousy and arousal played a smoky jazz in her head. Anger's solo bass strummed: "he's hiding something from. I'd got a sound beating as well when the woman caught me doing it. Never mind. Must move on."What have you done now? Oh no! I only cleaned this carpet yesterday. Sulphuric acid stains never come out you know." He's always complaining. It's part of the assistant thing."I had a little accident. The police were here." Police?" He looked guilty. I made a note in my mental file labelled 'blackmail victims'."Apparently our robotic companion has been punching people." Ah. I'll get to work cleaning.