Total domination... and utter submission. How fortunate I am, I reflected, thinking momentarily about Mrs. Sherman-Peters’ creature.“What’s your...slave doing, Martha?” I enquired. We were, by then, on first name terms. She shrugged. “No idea. I simply handed him over to an Overseer and told her to make him work his guts out.”“I am sure she will,” laughed Bianca. “Makes a change for a girl to have a male to deal with. Makes her even more vicious, I guess.”“Probably,” agreed Martha. “I sometimes. Some of the pens that are on sale do look medieval. Me, I can't write anymore--I just beat on the computer keys. Why doesn't he collect Model A Fords, or Empress Josephine's letters, or maybe campaign posters from the Holy Roman Empire? I don't know. He collects fountain pens.I'm a very nice person, even if I am a five-foot-ten 33-year-old part-time vocational counselor with messy hair and no tits. So every year I go to the pen show with Bob. He likes company on the trip into the city, and he. He did not last too long, and he pumped me full of his hot semen. When he was finally finished cumming, he pulled my head towards his crotch and told me to lick his cock clean. After I got done, his mate took over fucking me. *****After watching Eric try to destroy this little vixen's pussy, I was so horned up; I knew it was going to be over quickly for me. I took over where he left off. Only, I stood outside the car and pulled her hot body towards me. Her cunt was stretched out and. Our conversation was light, but pleasant, and covered all the basics of a first date, which is exactly what Constance said. "We are NOT on a date, Kevin, so get any idea out of your head that this is anything more than two hungry people eating."Which I took to mean that this was exactly what she said it wasn't – a first date.I looked hurt and she slapped my hand, gently. "Don't even try to play the hurt suitor card. Guys have played that game on me since I was in seventh grade. It didn't work.