Compared to her, there was no comparison, I was the weak one and she was the strong one. I was the dumb one and she was the smart one. She possessed ...he strength of character that stood her strong against temptation. My character was weak and I succumbed to every woman who gave me the eye. Yet, she was strong enough in her self-worth and in her love for me to forgive me every time I cheated on her. I do not think that I could have found the strength to forgive her even once had she tested me. After a few moments, I thought she was taking her time just grabbing a bag to bring downstairs. I then heard her footsteps, and poured another glass of wine for us both. Looking forward to looking in the bag.That wasn't what I got. The lounge door open, and what stood in front of me was a stunning looking woman wearing a red Basque which barely held in her large, previous covered by a baggy jumper, breasts!Her body was sensational!! Petite, huge breasts and coffee coloured skin.She walked up. I parked up on the road outside her house at six-thirty and walked up the driveway to knock on the door. Her mother answered.“She’s getting ready,” she said, her voice icy. “I’ll tell her you’re here.” And she shut the door, leaving me standing on the doorstep. I knew she didn’t like the idea of me and Clarissa going out, but that was just plain rude. Perhaps that was her plan—to treat me so badly that I’d give up and leave her daughter alone.“Just shut up and listen, you dumb fuck!” Jake. She waited?* * * *For what seemed like an age, she waited. Nothing happened. Then, a click, the sound of a door unlocking. She stood back, and gasped as a woman entered. She was clad head to foot in skin tight black latex. Her ample chest, clad in shiny latex reflected the light, clamps biting deep into her nipples. On her feet, stiletto heels so severe she could only take small baby steps. As if this wasn’t enough her ankles were chained to restrict her steps. The woman’s face was.