You already know so you take it."I've seen you work Khali, I know you. You can make me beg for sex, brola man... but I know your moves and I'm ready ...or them. I'm a slave. I'llsubmit to you. I will enjoy having sex with women or men. That's what Iam now. I'm not going to resist it. I know I can't. And I'll not givethat bastard the pleasure of watching me try..." you whisper. "So lets geton with it." You're still a take charge bastard," she says with a chuckle."Me? No, I'm a submissive little. He wanted her naturally. He wanted his sperm to do what it was created to do ... inside her! She was his chosen woman. It didn’t matter that there were others ... he had chosen her too!Her logical mind told her it was ridiculous. She wasn’t going to marry him. She wasn’t going to marry anybody. The last thing she needed now was to be pregnant. She needed to spend her energy on the station, not some man’s baby.But deeper inside, a primal part of her demanded to be allowed its chance ... to be. For everyone else, me leaving with him just seemed like a normal thing. I felt guilty like crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. In addition to his upgraded looks, he had also upgraded his car. Gone was the Accord. In the driveway sat a brand new silver Mercedes Benz sedan. I heard from Kayla that he was still paying for their house and alimony, however, it didn’t look like it was affecting him to negatively. He opened the door for me, something my so-called boyfriend never did.I sat. I closed my eyes to fully experience this overload of sensations. Every inch of my body tingled, the sweet aroma of the different lotions filled my nostrils, and the soft afternoon breeze caressed my body. I started to believe these people opened the gates of Paradise for me.“You are beautiful,” said someone. I opened my eyes to see who admired my pussy. This time, it was Alexa, looking me in the eyes. She took my hand and laid me on a large soft blanket and started to kiss me. First on my.