She was no good, she thought, and deserved all that he was saying. There had been many lovers before Martin, and scores since they had been married. B...t one thing kept them together. No man could please her as he did. No man was cruel enough, hard enough or could give her what she needed.Most of her lovers were only preludes to what would come to her at home. A single climax with any of them was not what she needed. They were her tools to excite her before she knew she would be taken by Martin. Joy worked in the same office where I subleased, and, like me, often worked late. I had long admired this foxy lady with her blonde, shoulder-length hair, a pair of wide-set breasts that she often showed off with scoop-necked dresses, a shapely set of legs and a wide, promising ass. Since she was nearly 15 years younger than my 40, I figured the most I would ever get was the occasional peek down her blouse or a view of her smooth thighs when she sat slouched in a chair in my office and crossed. The animal in the consummate Alfa Male arose. Isense it. I knew it. I was his woman and I was to be taken. I simplywould become his mating stock - his bitch! It was foregone that I wouldfreely give anything and everything to serve my Master and his manlyneeds.I a move I cannot describe, Master partially sat up, took me in hisarms and twisted me about so that I was put on my back with my legshigh about him. The congruence of his raw power and my submissiveposition under him caused new flames to. This one looked more like a long tube top that hugged her from the chest down. Unlike Renée, she wasn't big enough to spill, but it looked like it. Her dress had no shoulder straps and a simple yank of the front would have her nipples meeting the cool apartment air instantly. She almost looked like she spread something over her skin to slip into the dress because the tops of her breasts shone like they had been buttered up. I wouldn't mind tasting her to find out, but we were on a tight.