Alice also would receive one day off a week, where she could relax anywhere on the property. If someone was going into town for supplies, so could rid... along with them. Alice really liked working for Mr. Clark. It was so much better than being in prison. But then that evening, Mr. Clark walked into the parlor with Sarah, while Alice was relaxing on a chair. What was even worse for Alice, she had decided to have a drink of wine from the bar. She thought that Mr. Clark would not notice, since she. "Mmm - hmmmm." I could feel myself approaching orgasm with each stroke his cock sc****d across my prostate. If only he would . . . " harder, please fuck me harder!" You really are a slut, aren't you?" Lisa said with a soft laugh. "I bet after this you'll roll over for anyone with a hard cock, won't you? Let's hear you beg for it. Beg him to fill you with cum!"I don't know what came over me, but I did. "Please, fu - uck me. I need - your cock de - eeeper. I want you to cum - uh - in my ass." I. This arrangement went on for quite a few years and to be honest it was all I ever wanted, whilst on a night out she would say to me “when we get home we’ll ‘get comfortable’” she knew this would get me going. I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits and we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now so as not to get the reader to aroused as this isn’t my main story just an insight as to what got me here. My story starts when my wife went away one. Still, the jab of the knife had hurt. Until a few weeks ago, she had never felt intense pain.Or intense pleasure, for that matter.She opened the front door and looked around. A retired professor she had seen around campus was walking his dog. He nodded to SG. She waved vaguely and waited until he had passed.Where should she go? She knew she wanted to expose Toopermann and Regina for the sadists that they were, but that would almost surely involve blowing her cover. She also wanted to get even.