* * * * * * * * * So Angela moved out of the house she had lived in for seventeen years, and got an apartment. After the initial difficulties and grie...ing about being on her own again, she began to look happier every time I saw her. She started dating a man named Tom, and he certainly had more of a spark about him that Sam had ever had. Angela came to me with some questions one day about their love life. In fact, she called ahead of time and indicated to me that she was in need of a. I was helpless, vulnerable, the total possession of my Husband?s powerful body. Something snapped in my mind and the last particle of manhood fled from me forever. My Master seemed to sense the last collapse of what remained of my masculine spirit and pushed even harder. My body opened to receive him; still tight, still being stretched to the limit, but somehow willing to be taken possession of.?Waketa, Waketa, my Master, my Husband,? I cried.Every muscle in Waketa tensed. Suddenly, he. He was still grasping that feeling when James entered the room pushing a serving cart. The head of Bateman and Son was still wearing a shirt and tie, but with a very smart looking apron tied around his waist. He pushed the cart to the head of the table, removed the apron and then retrieved his suit coat and straightened his tie. Tim was still amazed at how power just came out of this mans pores. After satisfied that all was in order with his own clothes, James turned his attention to the two. One such day she came across my story and had found it damn erotic. She started to search for all my stories and had a good time rubbing. She then decided to mail me. I responded and we started chatting casually. She was very new to all these kinds of stuff but she was a very brave girl. We swapped numbers only after three days of continuous texting. I could see her Whatsapp profile picture.She was a cute angel. She was also blessed with a curvy ass which any guy would beg for. We usually talk.