I put my arm over my eyes, partially to block the sun, partially because I was too embarrassed to look at him. He took my hard, throbbing dick in his ...and and began to slowly, softly, stroke me. I was gone, totally lost. His touch was so purposeful, so loving and passionate, nothing like any of the girls I had known before. Nothing had ever felt better. I can still remember my arm over my eyes and the feeling of him leaning over, pressingup against me and licking around the head of my cock. My. Her guilt factor was pretty high for someone who just did what I told her to do. But nothing I could say would persuade her that she did the right thing. Much of the rest of my stay in Oneida was spent with her, when Anika was not around. To make up for her lack of courage (her words, not mine), she went out of her way to show me everything the town had to offer a couple of adventuresome tomboys.But that was after a night being kept awake by nurses and four days of bed rest, a precaution. It felt like an evening long orgasm.” From the bar, she went to the gym and showered before coming home. “I was transformed from schoolteacher and wife to a slut and back that night. Being on the edge like that was so thrilling…” She said that her experience left her floating for a couple of months. “Any time I started wanting that extra little tingle all I had to do was remember that night. But it eventually faded. I had to go back to the well. The next time it didn’t last so long. Finally, it. With my 44DD's and my 50-inch booty. They'll be nothing left to imagine "Billy, you can't expect for me to wear this to the park. I'll look like a whore" Billy looks me in the eyes, as he rubs my cunt. "Do as you're told, Shante! And if I tell you to dress like a whore. You'll dress like a fucking whore. Got it!!!" As my cunt juices start to flow all over Billy's fingers. I give in to Billy's demand. "Yes, Billy, I got it!!! If you want for me to be your whore. Then I'll be your whore." I felt.