I let herget comfortable moving up behind her stroking my cockto keep it hard. “This what you had in mind?” she asked with her headagainst...the car seat. “Almost,” I replied as I ripped her panties off hersurprising her with the gesture. I now had her bigwhite ass in front of pussy open wet waiting and me. “Come on then show me how you fuck whores,” she said.Without a moments haste I rammed my cock straight upher open cunt banging my hips of her soft ass. Then she asked him to do the dishes! Did she mean to get him out of the room?But she also got up and went before Jan to the kitchen! I heard her heels ticking on the floor, then I vaguely heard their voices from the kitchen.What was that supposed to mean!? Making Jan do the dishes seemed to be meant to humiliate him, just like when she asked him to put on a CD, giving him a moment of futile hope she was inviting him to dance. Or when he had to look on when I gave her the wine-kiss he had wanted. Six months is huge for me. Six months is a milestone. I avoid commitments. I tense up when things get real. I build the walls up around me even thicker. I don’t admit feelings, I deny their existence. I don’t fall in love because I don’t want to feel the pain of being hurt. Six months is a long fucking time for me.He’s my Dom, my Daddy, my Sir, my boyfriend and my rock. He’s allowed me to feel and be me. He doesn’t judge me for my faults. He loves me for them. He’s been the first person to. . i did every house work activities ..She always used to wear a white or black nighty at night.. It was so light and semi transparent.. That u could see her thighs and her back.. One day she came to the other room were i used to work in internet .. she was wearing a towel alone.. i was stunned at her attire.. she cool was searching for her dress in the cupboard .. she was straight opposite to me.. she used to keep her dress ,jewels in the top shelf.. she is around only 5 ft tall..She asked me.