Then I discovered bimbos. I guess in the past I had viewed that is just a derogatory term for a slut, but what I hadn't considered was the whole psych...logical relationship between the male and female, the yielding to the male all of life's complications and in return the moulding of this female into precisely what the male wanted from an appearance and behaviour point of view. I knew as I explored and interacted online that if I were ever to be with another woman it would be a bimbo.As this was. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed you could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching your eye, unable to look away. I'd planned this well.I caught your eye and we both stood together, reaching for each other, coffee forgotten now. Kissing, we moved towards the stairs. Mr. Miller had stood over us stroking his ten inch cock until Sheriff Owen was finished drinking the cum out and shoved his own seven inches up my ravaged shit chute. Then Mr. Miller had fed his cock down my throat and they’d fucked me till I had human cum to mix in my tummy and ass with the dog’s. I’d been exhausted and they’d had to carry me to the car, but the entire time I’d told them how good it felt to be used up like that, and they knew it was true because they could see how wet I was.So. I lay on the floor of the shower stall, began pulling my cock seriously. Slowly but soon, my whole body was on fire. I could not differentiate if I was in pain or pleasure. My strokes were getting faster and soon enough my whole body arched up and I felt to blare out. I was not sure, if I did the right thing or not but it felt very good to my body. The orgasm was very potent. I felt like a kid who ruined his first car while racing and now I was checking to see what damage I did to myself and my.