He looked at her and first stared at her breasts as she watched his eyes. Then he looked lower as his eyes seemed to follow a trail straight for her t...ighs. “I wonder,” he added. “Huh, what’s that?” she said. “Ohhhhhh nothing,” he replied. “No honestly, what were you wondering about?” she asked. Shaking his head but still smirking, he added “Well, I don’t know. It’s just that I’ve often wondered what it feels like, you know, for a woman to use one of those when they uhhh play around?” How was. 'That is to be the next item in the programme, my dear!' I said, enjoying her distress. 'There is only one detail that remains to be settled first, and that is, will you undress yourself quietly if I set you loose, or must I drag your clothes off you? I don't wish to influence your decision, and I know what queer ideas girls have about taking off their clothes in the presence of a man; I will leave the decision to you, only to say that I do not see what you gain by further resistance, and some. My cunt clenched. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. President Pope watching only swelled my pleasures faster. I hurtled towards my orgasm. I squirmed as my dick ached more and more in Jamie's silky pussy. I leaned back into the limo seat, my head looking up at the ceiling as my pleasure built and built. I concentrated on it. I heard a whimper. It didn't come from Jamie. I smiled, my ovaries about to boil over. Jamie slammed down my dick. Then she rose up me, the silky friction caressing my. And the tears had welled up in her eyes. "Honey, you beat me raw! I couldn't even sit the next day! And my asshole? Fuck! I actually cried when I went to the bathroom! You were so... careless." As she spoke his defiance withered and fell from him like an old worn-out bathrobe, discarded and useless. "You didn't Dom me, you just treated me like shit. You used me." She’d looked up at him, eyes brimming. “Instead of being your everything, you made me nothing.” And her face had told him, finally,.