I want you to rip my nightie off, throw me on the bed, and fuck the shit out of me. I want you to take me and have your way with me. I want you to mak... me do the things to you that you want me to do. Use me for your pleasure and squirt your cum deep in my little girl womb." See, I told you she was submissive but wouldn't hesitate to tell you what she wants," said Helen clearing the breakfast tray off the bed.Ben stood up, grabbed Penny by the wrist, and pulled her to her feet. He pinned her. "That girl at the paper --!" Shawn," I put a hand on hers to calm her. "What about her?" Did you?" she glared at me. "And while we --?!" Yes," I confessed. "Her too." God," she inhaled sharply. "This, this is so --!!" Bohemian?"Rachelle sniffed. She learned that term when we were watching that episode of M.A.S.H. one late night. It was the one when Major Winchester fell in love with the French army nurse. I was taking a humanities course at the time and was simply excited to have found a usage. When he answered I took note that he looked exactly the same…. No, better. He was tall, shaved bald, broad, and muscular. “What happened to your all of your hair?” Were the first words out of his mouth.“Good to see you too!” I kidded, punching him playfully in his arm. “I chopped it off when I was preggers.”“No I like it… I just miss the long hair. And it is good to see you.”We hugged briefly. “Not too tight!” I squeaked. “You’ll crush me!”“Ha Ha! I don’t recall you ever complaining. "You sure look great today," he said as he took a seat."Thank you," she smiled brightly at him. "You asked me to wear something nice."David watched as she stood up and slowly walked to the blackboard and then turned and slowly made her way back to the bar stool she liked to teach from. The gray, tight fitting, cotton turtle neck accentuated the curves of her small breasts and hugged her waist before disappearing into the waistband of her skirt. The skirt itself was black and fitted her body.