After all, she only had a few photos on her Insta, and her thousand followers would need content if she wanted them to stay loyal.Slipping into one of...her new underwear sets, a high-waisted, black, lacy pair of panties and a lacy bra with a print of skeleton hands, she stepped in front of the mirror. Her huge breasts were barely contained, soft flesh spilling over the cups of the bra. It was so strange, she thought, that the goddess-like body she saw in the mirror was hers. How could I have. We chatted about all sorts of naughty things and created a real friendship online.Eventually, I had to travel to Ann Arbor (not too far away) for a few nights. I got a hotel near her house and we agreed to meet for real. She came to my hotel, but did not want to have sex. She didn't want to cheat on her husband. So we got into a Clintonion discussion about exactly having sex was. Sex involved penetration. That was off the table. I basically told her that following my work that day I would. ..........I keep begging but he stays strong not listening. It’s in these moments that I thoroughly love him, I’m laid out before him begging and pleading for his cock and he looks me in the eye’s says SMT and I fall silent, knowing he has everything under control......I’m his completely and he bring me so much pleasure, more than I ever knew possible. He demands I slap on asshole eight times with his belt, slowly he counts of each one....praised me for being his good little whore and I cum. She just looked at me at first as I sat there smiling at her. Then she started laughing thinking it was a big joke. I waited for her to stop laughing and when she did I kissed her. My arm was around her so I put my other arm around her and kissed her. At first nothing from her then her lips softened and she let me kiss her. I came up for air and told her it was impolite to refuse a gift. Then I kissed her again, this time she kissed me back. She smelled good and tasted even better. She relaxed.