Before we met, we'd had limited experience. Paul had been with a total of three other girlfriends and one barnight pick-up. Unlike many of my college...female friends, I had only been with five boyfriends before meeting Paul. In addition, though I'd never told him, I'd had one drunken night with two guys at once when I was 19 in college. It was after a long night of partying, and they shared me at their off-campus apartment. Though initially embarrassed, I'd secretly loved the sensation of it. I had to learn to secure the garbage, since there was no pickup and the bears were pretty clever about busting into most canisters. I stymied them by building a wooden shed just for the garbage that would give them more of a challenge than they could cope with.During the next year I began to install my own particular needs in my home. First, the solar panels on the roof to look after heating water and a secondary supply of electricity. Second, a proper generator equipped with automatic start. She wants to be my sex slave does she? Well so be it!” With that thought I yanked her to her feet by her leash, and barked orders. “Stand up bitch! Arms up! Hands behind your head! Fingers locked! Spread your feet! Stick out your tits! For God’s sake woman, drop your eyes! Show some submission, some shame!”In that twinkling, this lovely redheaded a****l became my slave, her charms on display before me, her every private erotic zone exposed and vulnerable to my hands and mouth. Between a thumb. She squirmed in my arms and protested. I spun her around and pulled her into me. I was rock hard and pressed it against her. I pressed my mouth to hers, she resisted my kiss but I persisted. I pushed her back to the washer and trapped her there with my body. I pulled her t-shirt over her head. She had not put on a bra, and I cupped one of her tits in a hand. I kissed her neck again all over. “John what is wrong with you”, she said. In her ear I said, “I just want to fuck my wife”. .