Iwanted to show him how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness. He tookthe hint and began a slow in-and-out movement in my bottom, just as Ihoped he w...uld.This time, it was a much slower and more sensual act than the first timewe did it. Earlier in the evening, we had sex, we screwed, whatever youwant to call it, but this time he was making love to me and I was makinglove to him, and I loved it even more than the first time."Kiss me, baby," I whispered, and he immediately did, with our. "This ribbon is the symbol of your submission, your gift of yourself to me.Do you know why I chose to use this ribbon rather than a collar, somethingleather, with buckles and perhaps locks?"He shook his head."This symbol embodies to nature of your submission to me. It is a thing ofdelicate beauty, just as you yourself are. It is tied around your neck in abow. You could, physically speaking, remove it at any time. Butemotionally, you cannot. I see in your eyes that you would never choose. Enjoy!Chapter 1: I am Sarah, 38 year old women, living on the outskirts of the city along with my boring husband. I am a 2 time divorcee and was married for the third time. My husband, Arthur, was a 55-year-old male and by no means was ever able to satisfy my needs. I too had married him just for his money. I am at a point in my life where I do not care about my marriage anymore. My husband is aware of this and is married to me only because I know some of his illegal businesses which could. Who exactly was going put their heels to heaven?The momentary silence gave me time to shake clear my doubts."Roll a joint," he said from the shower. "I want you nice and relaxed."I smiled and exhaled. I felt silly for my momentary concern."Whew, that's better," he said and plopped on the bed. "Passed that baby to me,” he said in a higher octave.My concerned returned."You know," he began with hand gestures I hadn't seen at the bar, "I had my eye on you as soon as you walked in.” He lay on his.