Her mom, Dottie and I work together and a few months after her husbands death we started having coffee together on our breaks and talking. She told m... how lonely she was feeling and asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her that we had broken up and that she had moved out. We started dating and on the third date, I got her into my bed. Dottie was a real hot lay. As much as she enjoyed the sex and got into it, I could tell why she was feeling lonely, or would it be more correct to say horny. . .. the she-Devil ... had put it there (no, no, Julia, you must not think of her like that, it is too dangerous. She is your Mistress and you must obey her. You must please her. Submit to her slightest whim). For you are her slave. Now ... and for as long as you live. (Oh, yes, amazing as it may seem, I have at last come to terms with it. Necessity has forced me to. I no longer let hate and rage consume my being. That is futile. Also, it can lead to the most terrible torments. Submission and. We became a little notorious for doing this and John loved it.Over time, i got more comfortable with Sharon groping me, and i got comfortable with groping her. Eventually the guys cheered us on. One night, when the beer was flowing, i think i got a little too into it and I kissed Sharon, right there on the stage. Due to the adrenaline rush, I didnt really feel anything sexual, i just got a buzz from it.That night we were the talk of the club and guys were trying to hit off with me and Sharon. Rey imagined Ben’s hands again… although this time around her neck. She pinned her head back against the wall of the tub, pretending she was being held there by a dominant Ben. Her body sank down the wall of the tub until she was almost entirely on her back. Her knees were in the air - her feet dangling as her toes curled. “MmhhmmHHHH” Rey moaned between now heavier pants. She imagined the force of Ben’s hands pressing tighter against her throat. Her legs extended and she felt the air gently.