You go through my wardrobe and pick out your favourite shoes, dress, and then you put my hair up, put red lipstick on me and stand me in front of the ...irror. You rub baby oil on my stockings and manipulate my head using a fistful of my hair, and make me mouth the words “I’m yours” as you stand behind me and look at my reflection. I hate looking at myself, but I like very much that you like to, so for that reason, and because you own me, I enjoy every moment. “You’re beautiful!” you tell me as. My name is Sam. I guess you remember me from telling you the first two parts of my life's worst experience. At least I had thought the parts I'd already narrated to you were the worst, but then she showed up at my door.If you remember, I had come home from a business trip early and found my loving wife, Kimberly, in our bed with a crude animalistic biker.The biker had beaten me badly, humiliated me with the things he did to Kim, and had her wipe out our bank accounts for him.Kim dressed as a. Her pussy was coating my cock in a puddle of her juice.Sliding up the length, she moved up my body and turned around, presenting her ass. She straddled my face and pulled her cheeks apart, showing me her pink puckered anus."Lick it" she breathed.I licked everything but for a few seconds, causing her to squirm. She intercepted my tongue by moving her ass around and my tongue bathed it, darting along the hole and the skin around it. She cooed loudly, "Again..."I flattened my tongue and licked it. He was hoping the new student, Kelly, was in at least one of his classes. As philosophy majors, there was a chance. If she hadn’t had Ethics yet, she’d probably be here. Most took it as freshmen, he was probably the only senior. Kelly liked to be early to class, but she had to copy the syllabi for the students, so she didn’t have as much lead time as she wanted. She would have looked up Frank in the department directory if she had had time. She hoped she could catch Frank in the faculty lounge.