And now you're showing us it means a lot to you. You just opened the door to her for yourself, and you're a damn fool if you don't walk your skinny as... on through!" I don't know, Yolanda. I just don't want to get hurt." The only one's gonna get hurt around here is her if you keep on ignoring her. I ain't saying you have to fuck her. She may not even want that, at least not right away. But you gotta be both dense and blind if you don't see the way she acts around you. Hell, it getting' on toward. When he opened my blouse and saw my black laced melons, he cried “wow, so lovely boobs you have” and squeezed and kissed them again. I pushed his head into my boobs for a long time nobody handled my boobs but me and I was dying to get my tits sucked. I pulled my bra cups up and asked my cabbie to suck my nipples. Ooooh, he just loved my boobs and kept pinching and rubbing my nipples as he licked my cleavage. Then he sucked my erect nipples, round and hard. I told him suck me till I milk dear. She needed it--not just for the sensual pleasure tobe afforded but also to increase her sense of power and control over meand being loved that deeply by me. The fact that it emphatically wasimmensely challenging for me or any man (or woman) to submit to such ahumiliation, an act so productive of insecurity, violation, and flat-out fear, something that went against the "normal" view of love andmarriage made this one of the most intense and soul-shaking experiencesI could imagine. It objectified. Then, as if an apparition, I saw a hand crossing over my shoulder as if to caress me. Gripping it fiercely, I spun around and stared directly into the face of the intruder, the blood draining from my face as I saw who it was. “My, my. Aren’t you forceful?” She purred. Disarmed by her words, stung by her mockery, I merely grimaced in return. Lucinda. The very epitome of my sweaty desire, the singular entity in this wretched world that actually provided some measure of relief from discontent.