If I had tried, I would have been forced to deep throat him, or to be roughly assfucked, and told to do it in no uncertain terms. Of course, I secretl... enjoyed such acts anyway, and the strength of the man was what bound me to him. Looking back I now realised that although my first marriage had been marred by the physical violence and verbal abuse of my then husband, there was a thrill associated with him, and now I recognised that it was power. I enjoyed feeling the power that a man had over. I swear. Anyway.He stopped with his shirt half-on, and said, "You know, I'm not so sure we should do this."Oh, for the love of all that was slippery!"I mean, I feel like... God, I dunno, I feel like I'm slipping off with a whore or something."Excuse me! "What," I said, dangerously close to lodging a foot in his balls, "are you saying I'm a whore?" NO, " he said, "I'm saying that I feel like I'm being compensated or something. It feels dirty." Sex is supposed to feel dirty," I retorted, "come. She took Matt at his word, that he wanted her to, and she let a sexual encounter happen with two clients. True to his word Matt was thrilled when Amber told him of the encounter. She even managed to get a copy of a security tape that showed most of the events. Matt couldn't wait for the next time Amber let loose. Amber was excited in two ways for the next time letting go. First, she was actually going out with the intention of picking any guy, or guys, she wanted to be with. Second, Matt knew. He was incredibly fat, and his face was deformed. He looked like something from Hills have Eyes. Mucus dripped from his nose and covered the lower half of his face. His cock was whole other thing. It was also deformed and looked to be 20 inches in length, and almost 4 inches think. In some places were dark lumps and bulges, and the whole thing stuck out, twitching, the head black and purple in color. His balls were the size of softballs, and hung down several inches in the hairy sack behind the.