She was, once again, naked under my sweat shirt and sweat pants as she had removed her tight, short dress when we returned from dinner the night befor..., and dropped it in the car, walking naked up to my condo.When I asked her what she wanted me to wear to start my afternoon as her submissive, she had said she didn’t care, as she wanted to rip my clothes off of me once we were in her condo. As a result, I was wearing clothes I didn’t care about.Marta was exceptionally fidgety. She kept touching. She was wearing a blue dress, with a loose-skirt style that went down to her knees. The bodice was covered in sequins and was held around her neck in a halter style, leaving her shoulders bare. Her hair hung loose and free as usual, and from her ears hung a pair of dangle earrings, two-inch long strings of diamonds with a sapphire at the bottom. She had on a touch of blue eyeshadow, and her lipstick was a subtle shade of pink. A pair of blue kitten heel sandals completed the ensemble.Matt's jaw. She gasped again as I first touched her. I kissed her deeply as I slowly started to push inside her. She trembled all over as she spread her legs wide for me. As I slowed down, to let her get used to me, she put her hands on my ass and pulled me deep inside. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me all the way in. I guess she didn't want to wait. She moaned as I settled all the way inside, my groin pressed against her clit.I slowly stroked in and out of her, as she cried softly, eyes open. “I simply have no need or desire for another person of either sex, to be clear. All that I want is Candace. All that I love is Candace. All that I need is Candace. She is my ideal woman, more than enough for me. Period. End of story. No one else. Furthermore, I’m no submissive. In some ways, I have more power and in some ways she does. It doesn’t matter. I am confident enough to go after what I want and who I want, which just happens to be the woman of my dreams, Candace, my future bride.“I.