She started to reach upward with her little hands towards my now bloated and enraged member,in a loving effort to be a subservient and obedient wife,b...t even at that point she looked into my eyes to be granted permission to please me. ‘Is that mouth and face all mine right now?’ I demanded. ‘Yes…take it any way you want’she whispered. ‘Good bitch,you can extract my cockmeat now,I am going to fucking paste your dirty little mouth and face for you.Would you like that’? Without answering,she went. Oxford in England, Edinburgh in Scotland, then there were Princeton and Harvard here. It took me months to come to a verdict and I finally chose Queens in Canada. Why? Because I thought it’d be fun to live on my own for a while, that and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here in the United States, even with the scholarships. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something out of the medieval age. The seal was in the shape of a red sun. No address. Freshman year of college, I'd been out on a few dates, but could never find someone to be serious with. There had been one guy that I liked a bit, but it never went beyond a drunken night's make-out session. Then I met him. Steve was the complete opposite of all of the guys that I knew growing up back in my rural Michigan town. Most guys I knew thought dressing up was putting on jeans with no holes in them. Steve showed up at my dorm room door for our first date wearing khakis, button down. We spent several hours in a corner banquet in a small bar that was on the second floor of an old building. You wore a sweater that was off your shoulders so I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. It was sometimes distracting, as were the few times that you touched my arm as we talked to emphasize a point.I asked if I could walk you home and you said yes. We got down to the street and I put my arm through yours and we started down the sidewalk. I thought I had a few blocks to continue the.