So I dropped that pathetic joke. I managed though, to take outmy resentment for my less than memorable teen years by writing for Teenfic magazine.It w...s then I met Linda. She was the first woman I met who proved thatwomen could feel something more than pity for me. For a time I thoughtsomething was happening. Then I began to realize... she thought I wasboring. I had to give myself a past. I had to call on that power again.So I created Kelly Mars, wife of Mark Kells... me. We had been married5. ? Walking across the room in halting steps I do as commanded. I glide across the floor until I am standing before him. I glance at his hand that still carries the gun and seeing the direction of my gaze he smiles and says, ?We don’t need this anymore, do we my lady?? Shaking my head ‘no’ he places the gun back behind him on a table.Stepping toward me until his body is pressing into mine. I feel the coarse fabric of his coat and trousers pressing up against my sensitive flesh. I shiver. And I recognise that now. To be honest, I recognised it then too. I recognised it as he pushed his big cock into my virgin pussy and I came as the pain hit me. I bucked back at him and screamed. I breathlessly told him to fuck me harder. He split me open and I cried in ecstasy. I became a slut almost overnight. Not a slut for any guy. Just for my guy. I discovered the joy I felt in giving pleasure almost immediately. Johan had me kneel in front of him and we spent a whole day practicing and. Trust me I am a better cocksucker than youand I would do it all the time if he asked for it." Me sucking cock rather than you, isn't that what you wanted. OK, youmight be a better cocksucker than me, but that man you swear is not a fagloves to give me anal. He says my sissy pussy is tighter than yours andit makes him cum harder than yours" If I knew that anal was so important to him I would given him it, but hehad you to satisfy that sexual hunger of his." Isn't that what you want, not to have.