.. sex drive.In the last year or two, I've been feeling like I was fourteen again. And when I was that age, well, all I thought about were boys and th...t particular appendage that made them boys. Now, here I am, my kids are almost grown, one actually is, she's twenty-two, and my pussy won't leave me alone, I'm wet and horny all the time. I just want to be fucked constantly, it just never goes away. Hubby can give me a great orgasm and I'd go for more right again, right after. And more than. ." I did rape her, yes. The first time it WAS rape."She was shocked. "F-first time?" Very slowly, very gently and using the simplest words possible Oleg Yasov told his enslaved daughter the shocking truth. He was a Captain in Army Intelligence then and had gone with a unit to quell a riot in a village outside Kandahar. The crowd had been whipped into a religious frenzy and was dragging along a young woman accused of witchcraft to be stoned to death. Her crime? She had saved a dying infant from. But anyways I shut the ad down afterwards.”“What did your ad say? 'Hey boys, like my tits?'” I teased.“Well, I certainly got a lot of those comments. As well as a generous number of dick pics,” she chuckled. “But in the ad I just asked if anyone wanted to give me a massage. Simple as that. One of the replies I got though, was a guy calling himself 'The Masseuse.' His message was brief, to-the-point. It basically said 'come over, sensual nuru massage, full-body and will respect your. And he could remember every detail.She jolted him from one such memory when she walked into their bedroom and closed the door. She acknowledged that she had been so caught up in the events next door that she neglected to ask about his day.He began with a synopsis of his day, and was caught off-guard when she moved closer to him as he talked. She began running her hands along his hips and down to his thighs, all the while listening to his story. She had never been one to actively pursue sex, so.