Was I married, what job I did and so on. I managed to use this to inform her that I had just come back from working in Thailand for three years. I th...n lamented about how good it was out there and one of the big things that I missed was the massage and she replied with the perfect answer. She claimed that she had never had a massage in her life. I seized on the opportunity and told her how good it was.She didn't say anymore so I acted quickly by shifting up the sofa a little bit further away. Faster and harder pumping my pussy so hard with your big fat cock.“You are my little nasty slut and my little whore. I just fucking love giving my big cock to you baby.” You say.“I am your nasty little bitch baby. I love when you fuck me so very hard like this. Drives me so fucking crazy.” I say.I then scream out in pleasure not being able to help myself.You then do something that I am not even expecting to happen.While I am still handcuffed, you push my legs back behind my head. You then. V. and ditch him before we get to Florida, or does he have like a mansion down there?” she asked.I told her that I was really going through with everything I had said and that I was trying to change for the better. My daughter didn’t believe me, and I didn’t blame her. I suppose it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, since as Amanda, I might trick some guy into letting me drive his R.V. and then just never return it. I could tell the cops he let me borrow it, and it would be my word. ” I whisper. When I wake, he isn't on me, he’s rolled back onto his side of the bed. I slip out of bed and decide to make him breakfast in bed as a thank you. I’m happy, and remind myself at how lucky I truly am to have a man love me so much. I know what he likes and begin the coffee and decide on bacon and cheddar omelet’s for breakfast. I know it’s his favourite. I fantasize about him coming down from bed and coming up behind me and having his way all over again. The desires that I feel for.