Back in the late nineteen nineties, I'd worked with this older white guy by the name of David, who had started confiding in me about issues regarding ...is sexual relationship with his wife, Carol. This had started, interestingly enough, after I'd been telling him about my various weekend adventures with a number of dissatisfied married white women; who's husbands, I had explained, had a lot of money, but not much interest, or even the capacity, to satisfy their wives sexually---and, as a result,. ”I laughed, “That’s not going to happen.”“I will let you watch my encounters with your friends in real time. Watch their faces as I give them orders. Is it fear you see, or love and obedience?”With a sigh she walked toward me. Her large dildo swayed from side to side as she moved, “Enough chit chat, spread your legs and prepared to be fucked.”I scooted back on the bed, but did not spread my legs, “Are you going to do my ... my... ?”“Your ass? Not hardly; your friends’ mothers needed something. Smoking held you back from your wanting to fuck any man in pants, now you are aware of what and who you are, you love your husband but you love sex with others more than him. You now know that you can't lie with out being a nasty ass cock hungry slut. You love being a whore and nothing is ever going to stop you from feeling or thinking this way. You will know that you will never smoke again and that my helping you has done nothing but free your soul to do the nasty things that you love and have. A relationship. It just became crystal clear that Jess doesnot want one.* * *When I got home, I snuck into my room and changed out of my sex-soakedunderwear, and into clean cloths. I pulled out a casual outfit from mycloset.During dinner, my mom informed me that I had a "missed call from a boy."Turns out Chase had called when I was out with Jessica. He left hisnumber.I couldn't think about date night with Chase right now. Dating just seemsso complicated right now. Especially since I only have a.