I met her on the bus in the morning as she was making for work, we got talking and much to my surprise, I found myself instantly attracted to her. but...I soon realised when getting to know Tammy that she was the kind of woman I was looking for. There on in, every morning on the bus my whole aim was just to converse with her, in as much as I felt sorry for her in a way, but I needn’t of because I was amazed that she was reading philosophy at Exeter University and had one hell of an IQ. Well above. It was huge — its head showing between her opening cunt lips. The cruel nails of her other hand bit into a nipple, stretching it painfully."Good girl — good bad girl," Angique whispered, returning to her book — and to her secret sadness."I am so sorry."The voice behind her was small and soft, but Angique knew at once who she was. Without turning away from the bar to see the girl, she said:"Please don't be, Alicia. Where could I store another one of your many sorries? My cupboard runneth. “Wow, I didn’t expect that kind of reaction from a woman who once valued her independence.”“You’ve beaten me down to become a cock and pussy loving slut, whose happy being your wife!”“Shhh! Keep your voice down, people will hear you!” he said glancing at a few other customers on the store.“I’m a happily married slut who loves a lot of different cocks!” she said loudly looking straight at him. He lightly covered her mouth with the palm of his hand. She playfully pulled his hand partially from. That was all behind her - them now, so shouldn’t she feel liberated? As she sat and watched the sky lighten she realized she just felt defeated – defeated and out of place.In her nineteen years she’d not traveled much – never saw a need, and then after her mother died, her life changed from high school girl to ranch manager and her responsibilities were to the ranch and her father. Then Harrison came back and their father died and then Cindy left, so she became mother and big sister to Jenny,.