I’ve worked hard over the years to prove myself to no one in particular. Most of my family believed that I wasn’t good enough to go to college and...that I should just settle down and pop out babies… Well, that’s definitely not happening if I have my way about it. So here I am, about to be a college graduate with a degree that means something. Oh, and ya know… enough loneliness to fill the ocean three times over, but that’s just something I try to look over. The guys I’ve dated in the past were. I soon twigged it's for him!' Smee laughed. 'He doesn't know I take a copy of every tape.'We were crouched over a monitor in Smee's workshop looking at the colored image of a mature woman masturbating. She was in her early thirties, I guessed, and a natural blonde. She had trimmed her pubic hairs neatly but a golden blush showed clearly. She seemed to draw inspiration for her fantasies from a stack of old 'Detective' magazines.'What do you mean, Smee, by saying "it's for him"?' I asked.'The. And no, you can’t see them until I remove the robe to be collared.” She then giggled as she saw I was pouting the best I could, causing her parents to laugh as well.“OK, be that way, but your attitude may have to be adjusted by a punishment. Can you handle that?”“I don’t agree but you are my Master so whatever you decide I will accept, Sir.”Both her parents were smiling at her response and especially her dad who was looking at me and nodding.“OK, I think we all need some time, so June, go. My tongue circled her spokes, exploring the little folds that made up her puckered sphincter. My ears were filled with the symphony of her moans, my thoughts still transmitting, strengthening the connection with every second. I felt the spasming premonitions of my ascension, and struggled not to become lost in it. It was so hard. Zander violated my most intimate depths, his ball slapping my frothing pussy, his hands spreading me open to expose my lewd vulnerability. I sobbed in delight as the.