‘I didn’t exactly corner the market on the right things to say.’ ‘Here’s an idea: let’s just say now that we’re both really sorry, we bo...h need to handle things better, and it’s done and we’re back together and all that. Then we can move on to practicing how we make up.’ He slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her closer to him. She chuckled and he grinned. ‘I like the sound of that, but—’ She glanced away and then back at him. ‘But what about later? These same issues are going to come up. If you don’t want to, I understand; I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel obligated to do something you don’t want to.” “I’m a little scared, but I feel that you won’t hurt me, and I really want to.” She pulled off of my cock, and with her hand guided it to her asshole. She lowered herself, and I felt the head of my dick pop past the ring of muscle to the inside of her backdoor. She stopped and stayed still for a minute, getting used to the anal intruder, then started riding my cock like it. " She was getting excited while telling these. I noticed that she started to move her hips slowly."You," she began, looking into my eyes firmly and grinding me while I was trapped between her legs. "You awoke my inner slut."What she was saying was true, but I was still annoyed that she did it without asking me. I did not know how to say it, so I remained silent. She did not care and kept fucking me. I did not respond, except that my dick was rock-hard."So I have become the slut you wanted me to. “We’ll see.” Allison got to her feet. Lionel looked startled and worried, rekindling Allison’s sense of control over the situation. As she passed him in the doorway she grabbed him by the ear as a teacher might an errant schoolboy. “Come along,” she said crisply, pulling him along behind her, “let’s look at your work.”Allison wasn’t confident of finding fault with anything Lionel had done. He’d proven to be both attentive and effective when it came to domestic tasks. In fact he was far more.