Not only that, but she valued comfort over style. In an attempt to appeal to her more slutty side, I had been seduced by the usual man-made red silk s...t, complete with suspenders and stockings.“You just bought these for your own benefit. Unfortunately I’m not size 14! I’m a UK 10-12.”“That's all they had left,” I protested.I had been imagining how the red satin would look stretched over her girly curves, my cock sliding between her buttocks. I knew Sara liked to fantasize about being a horny. I was knocked up in high school by a guy I barely knew. I couldn’t afford an abortion and had no choice but to have my son. I had plans for college but those dreams were quickly crushed replaced by a reality of working end jobs and living on welfare just to support my son. There was a time I could have had anyone but after having Jimmy I was considered damaged goods. I never fucking wanted this life. I never fucking wanted to be a mother. I have paid for that mistake all these years raising. It’s really turning me on.”I reached out with my tongue and licked, tasting my wife and the cum. My cock was dripping wet, and Kat began to groan with pleasure. I took the cock into my mouth and started sucking again, and he responded almost immediately by starting to grow hard again. Encouraged by this I reached up and touched his balls, gently massaging them as I licked and sucked.Kat cried out with a huge orgasm as the third man exploded in her. He pulled out and she turned over on her back. I don't. I'm just doing this because I have to. I didn't have any real choice. I've agreed to be your slave. I am your slave. I shall do what I'm told because I have no wish to have my bottom smacked again." Stephanie tried to make it sound as though she was only reluctantly doing what she was told. "Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have." The words she'd rehearsed repeated themselves in her mind."As you wish.