We were half way up the hill, when OMG! I looked up and seen the most erotic sight. Laura was stood on the peddles, bent over the handlebars with her ...weat soaked shorts revealing her pussy. Her swollen vulva was pushing against her tight shorts. I could even see her inner sex lips. The blood rushed to my cock. It started to rise. My shorts stopped it from rising fully to attention. It was poking at the front of my shorts. It wanted to be out! Soon after reaching the top of the hill, Laura. But it does bring to a close one of the more sordid chapters of my life.”“Finally. Do you realize she’s the only person who ever made me mad enough to slap you?”“I do. And it makes sense. She was the one, true love. The one that got away because we were both too young and clueless to figure out how to make it work. Think about it - if we had, neither of those slaps would have happened.”“I thought you didn’t play ‘What if?’ games!”“I don’t, usually, but in this case, it actually seems. I pressed my heel hard down onto his heaving chest saying, "Get up, get dressed & get down to Starbuck's & get me a fucking Frappuccino! Now, bitch!!" Yes, Miss Jardaly," he said, grovelling kissing my stilettoed foot, "Yes, Miss Jardaly! I'll do anything you say!" Job done! Trained!Well, I've turned the bad boy into a good boy, now to turn the good boy into a bad boy...Jeremy was down the basement & had been since this morning, hunting up old files for me. The poor dear. I decided to go down &. Leaving her at the counter with her panties all fucked up and cum dribbling from her asshole, a customer walked up to pay for his order. I just sat and watched her do business as usual as my cum dripped down her legs. Such a naughty whore she was. Needless to say, I fucked that sluts asshole nightly, some times more than once a night. She was my anal whore. Funny part was, she always asked me to fuck her pussy and I just said shut the fuck up, slamming my big cock harder and deeper into her.