She was indeed a submissive–she knew that. She had learned of her submissive side while in college herself thanks to an old boyfriend who introduced...her to her "other" side. Then she met Jim. He had a son, Steve, who was only about two years old. He helped her explore and refine her submission. And for a while, she felt more complete and happy than she'd ever been. But then Jim got killed by a drunk driver one night coming home from work. And she was single again–this time with the young Steve. “ Not at all.” I said. And really it did not matter, but I was actually a little jealous. I guess I was feeling a little possessive. The event was ending at ten, and finally the reunion was over. The band announced the last dance. At that time a man that Margaret had pointed out before as being her last boyfriend before she met her husband came over and asked if she would do him the honor. She looked at me, and I nodded for her to accept, but she turned back to him. “I’m terribly sorry. Especially when the husband is a willing accomplice to the act.” His words sent further tingles to my pussy. He came and leaned over again, kissing me passionately before kissing my pussy again. I could feel that now he was eager to fill me. He placed himself between my thighs and stroked his cock between my pussy lips coating it with my juices. He started to slap my clit with his heavy cock inflaming me even further. I arched my back yearning to feel his cock slide into my aching pussy. He. .. not as a master talking to his slave... but as a mantalking to his wife. Catching her up to what had been happening in heryear's absence. It seems that Calvin struck pay dirt twice when writingup that proposal. Not only did he catch me, but he earned the company acontract worth millions of dollars. While I had been prancing around ourapartment learning to forget almost everything about my former life,Calvin had been working hard at the office. In the last year he had beenpromoted to.