Those conversations have led to this moment. He gives my ass another smack and then pauses. I again glance back at him, “Please,” I say, as I arch...my back and push my ass back towards him, encouraging without words for him to continue. I needed his cock back in me, now! “Please, what?” he says to me. As he rubs the head of his cock against my pussy. Sliding it up and down the slit, teasing me, wanting to hear me beg for it. He is waiting for me to ask for it, this is the whole reason for this. I don’t need to quit till I’m either dead or broken. You have 2 beautiful girls and a husband that loves you. Why didn’t you retire after the Farkoury mission?” She asked her.“The man I was supposed to marry was killed in Lebanon and that’s why I joined Mossad; you know that. He and I knew each other since we were five. Our families lived next door to each other growing up. When he was killed, I felt like I needed revenge for his death. I can tell you with great certainty that I got it. This is. She was so relaxed and felt so alive at the same time. The smile could be because she knew that she had a lifetime of these sensations to experience. The smile could be because her little sister would experience these feelings next.Susan's head languorously turned towards the wonderful man that was holding her. She just looked at him for a moment before answering. She wanted to memorize his face so that she would never forget it. Susan wanted to remember the laugh lines at the corners of his. The older I got the more intense the dreams, and my subconscious began to wonder what it would be like to be with a girl. Yet society's expectations held me back, as did my conservative upbringing. Also, my circle of friends and my live-in boyfriend limited the possibility exponentially. But life has a funny way of just throwing you in a whirlwind gaining speed and spinning your life into one full force tornado...which brings me to how I became a lesbian submissive.*****At twenty-three, my life.