Yes, I became submissive to my boyfriend. I was serving him. My head was spinning around. He humiliated me, making me his slave. But I loved him, I lo...ed his cock that was taken control over my mouth and lips. I was eager to know what was going to happen.He pushed me down on the bed, on my back. Alex, driven mad by his hormones, pulled off my t-shirt and my bra so he cold caress my breasts. He laid down on top of me, pulling me legs open so he could lay down between them. His lips kissing mine.. As we subsided onto the bed Mary managed to tuck a towel underneath us. ’Clever girl,’ I thought as still together we fell asleep.— 000 — I woke alone to the Saturday morning sunshine coming through a crack in the curtains, on my own in that half world between sleep and waking I remembered the events of the previous night almost with disbelief. As the waking state took over I remembered more and more and then felt the towel still in the bed beside me. Its less than fragrant aroma confirmed. I cannot explain the pleasure I was experiencing.(My boss, who is writing this for me, also is a BIG ‘KISS MASTER’ – even while we are writing this, he is kissing and fondling my boobs. I am fully wet – we will have a big round immediately after writing this; let me go back to the story).Uncle was simply superb – his every touch was making me feel in the heaven. Then he started deeper..he started to run his hands on my breast – OH..God..Knowingly no man has touched my breast! I screamed. The day to leave comes so very quickly and Cheryl has to deal with the feeling that she will collapse. However, she valiantly does not allow Ron to see it. And fortunately he is gone before her legs give way.While the following day is uneventful the nagging apprehension troubles her mind. Then the second day arrives as does the letter and it reads, "I thought that he would never leave! But anyway for the good news, everything is going splendidly and we should be together soon! Best.