I sighed. I was already exacerbated, and I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet. ‘I don’t know what we are, but I’m tired of her being such...a control freak,’ I blurted out while scrubbing the patio table. He leaned over to me, gave me that Cheshire cat smile, and got right into my face to get eye-to-eye with me to say, ‘You don’t like control freaks? Are you telling me you wouldn’t like me to take total control over you? To push you onto that chair, spread your legs, tie them down, and lick. She was a tall, dirty-blonde, who looked awkward in a coltish way when we first met her. She was very competent, but seemed unsure of herself in social situations. Dealing with children and families fighting cancer had taken a toll on her, it seemed. Over the past few months I had learned how to easily make her blush. She and Jeryl had become friends.“Alison!” I called. She stuck her head in the door. “Why are you hiding out there? Come in and say hello for a bit.”She came in, looking as. .dressed up like a whore and ready for more!” once again tears flowed down her face, Five minutes later, she was ready to go and damn she looked good, her hair still wet from her shower, droplets of nervous sweat forming on her thrust up cleavage, her oral restraint fixing her mouth open and contorting her facial expression into one of continuous shock and horror, I reached into the back of her panties and felt the crack of her ass I poked my index finger inside her asshole, Sarah’s eyes. Who would clean them up? And I think you know I don’t mean with a towel, right? Would you clean my cum drenched breasts with your cumslut mouth? Well, not that you’ll have a choice. ‘And if you look underneath the pillow, you’ll see something for you. A blindfold. For when I’m in need of a little indulging. When I’m going to want a big load in my mouth. Put the blindfold on the bed Friday night. Letting you know to keep it handy. That you’re going to need it next weekend. A whole week. And on.