He lifted my shirt off and unstrapped my lacy black bra, and lowered his head to bring his mouth to my breasts. He bit down on my nipples slightly an... i arched my back with pleasure. He asked me if I wanted him to stop, and of course I said NO. I was no virgin, and loved sex, so I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. He slid off the hood of the car and took his shirt off. Mikey was italian, and had beautiful dark skin, and abs that were so sexy and perfect. He reached out for my hand. She didn't want him to see her there but, deep down, she realized he would know that she was there – he always seemed to know these things. Her mind was drifting when she heard the clock strike 3:00 and she was filled with a sudden and heightened anxiety. Until now his arrival had only been a thought in her mind, but as the remaining seconds ticked away she felt herself being drawn inexorably closer to reality. She had no idea what ?reality? would be and that was the most difficult, yet. It was just weeks into our life together that I started bringing men home to use her. She gave them the full GFE, hugging, kissing, flirting, but with none of the "maybe tonight" bullshit. The night always ended up with their cock up her ass while she whispered to them how good they were. I always had them fuck her up the ass. It deepened the humiliated state I kept her in. And it made her cum better. She'd been conditioned for this her whole life. When we were dating, she told me her. As I pulled at the hem of her blouse, she raised her arms up to allow me to remove it. She stood before me, pants still on and, in that moment, she immediately became so self-conscious that she tried desperately to cover the entirety of her exposed stomach with her arms. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked as I tried, with gentle grace, to pry them away from her body. It was the strangest thing: in literally seconds, she seemed to go from sultry seductress to shy, insecure adolescent. I could feel.