"Sir, may I ask you some questions I thought of today?" Very good. And yes, you may."Trying to arrange her s**ttered thoughts, Elaine typed, "How does...submission and feminism handle their issues?" Oh, man. Okay. Someone's had her thinking cap on. Give me a sec."Elaine smiled. In her imagination she saw him scratching his chin. She wondered if he was doing it. Watching the screen intently, she realised she liked talking to him a lot."Here's the thing," he typed. "Submission allows you to be who. He looked her over and told her "Come closer so I can see your body. You have great tits and a nice big ass. Now come here and rub my cock while I explore your body."He pulled her close and as she stroked his cock he ran his hands over her body. He felt her tits and then her stomach and then he put his hand between her legs and let his fingers explore her pussy. He twisted her clit then ran a finger inside her cunt. He then rubbed her ass cheeks and gave her a couple light swats. Next he. She began to groan uproariously. I moved my tongue in and out, made roundabout movements. She drove my head more into her.After a while, she jolted and held me tight.At that point I gradually expelled my inward, she grasped my dick, began to stroke it moving back and forth. Gradually she began to kiss the tip and moved her lips over the dick head (ahhhh that inclination). She did it gradually and consistently for quite a while and began building pace and after that doing it quicker. She. "I am studying to become a massage therapist. Quit my horrid job, and am now working as a bartender at night. I take it a lot has changed with you?"She seemed to be more at ease with me, which made me loosen up somewhat."Mark and I got divorced. Signed the papers today. I have a fourteen month old son, Bobby who is the centre of my life right now." That pretty much summed up my life. Until I realised that was all I could say, and in that instant it seemed so boring."Mark's the..." He was my.