Hilda loved watching a pretty young man submit to a more powerful dominantman. That he was heterosexual and hated it, considered it revolting wasicing...on the cake.That it made his life into a living nightmare, was irrelevant.He realized a critical fact about six months ago that brought him into acrushing and brutal depression. That was a dark time in his life when hefound that out. He just did his duties, made the money but stopped caring.One fact came very clear. Hilda didn't love him at all.. I did not see Annette, and was happy that I had abided by Biff#2's instruction.I met my sisters at the bike rack as usual, and they were both full of questions about the Annette put-down. Both of them had heard all about it, several times, and were thrilled to be associated to the hero by birth.We were riding home together with the girls still asking me questions, when a car overtook us and suddenly swerved into the bike lane RIGHT in front of us. I was between the girls so there was no way I. I said "Well we can't do anything about it now can we?" so I told her to come over to where I was, she did, then I told her to put her hand on my cock, she said "I haven't done anything like this for a long time", I told her to squeeze me and to slowly pump it, she did for a minute.I proceeded to feel her tits which must have been a 44DD, she said "No-one has touched me in a long time", I asked where her husband was and she said he'd gone to a shop and would be a couple of hours at least, I. She broke from their kiss. He looked deep into her dark, seductive eyes as she rode him.“I love you,” he said.“I love you too.”She kissed him again, clawing greedily at his back as she began to ride him faster. His cock inside her was hitting against her prostate as she rode, and the gentle rubbing of her cock against his stomach as she rose up and down was sending her closer and closer to the edge.“Ungh.....Ungh.....Ungh.” The noises she made were involuntary; she couldn’t stop them if she.