I like her and she like me too but we don’t know how to start. One good day she told me to come shopping with her in evening because she was alone. ...er hubby was gone to company and will return in night. I agreed and gone with her. She took lots of dresses and she was busy to see dresses and I was busy to see statues red color nighty its little transparent can easily see the bra and panty. She told me tht wht r u looking? It’s very cute and beautiful nighty then take it, she replied but to. "I wracked my brain for the answer. I began to panic. I knew I was a slave - that was now abundantly clear to me - but I knew it was not simply a matter of being abducted and raped the night before, of wearing a collar around my neck, of kneeling naked before my mistress. All these things felt unutterably right for me, but they were all simply consequences of my identity as a slave. A slave was simply what I was. It was not a matter of choice or historical explanation. It was part of my inmost. I got up on the table, placed the head of my cock against her moist fuck hole, and thrust into her. She had to stifle a cry of extreme pleasure. I got into a fairly rapid fucking motion that was not going to take very long at all. In just moments I could feel the cum swelling up in my penis, wanting to get out. I slammed into my boss for all I was worth. Her orgasm hit as I was splashing cum all over her insides. Then at the very end just as I was planning on pulling out, the table broke,. As she reached the top of thestairs, she could hear the music was clearly coming from her bedroom."David, honey is that you?" She doubted it would be Michael home fromschool in their bedroom listening to music as he was only 7 years old atthe time. It had to be her husband.As Patricia rounded the top of the stairs and walked into their bedroom,she was greeted with the horror of seeing her beloved husband David ontheir bed with..., a woman..., a woman's... Dropping the packages, herhands went to.