But that shouldn't prevent you from becoming a submissive yourself. Aren't you in the business of helping people like yourself lead productive lives?"...I asked her."Yes, but..." she wrote."But nothing. There is no reason why you can't be a good and useful submissive yourself. You live on your own, right?" I wrote."Yes Sir," she replied."Then you can obviously take care of yourself. And I have gotten to know you and from what I've seen so far I think you would make a fine submissive. You seem to. If I had the time, I'd have gone out there, and had a good look for myself. I can't afford to keep on delaying doing something about this though. Once you've lost it, it's very difficult to regain market share. We have to act now, and try to regain what we've lost."I found myself intrigued by what I was starting to see as a fascinating puzzle. It was a real mystery, a challenge.That night, after yet another great dinner, I had to delay talking to Joyce about my upcoming trip to Delaware,. I had planned on going to bed soon and fingering myself to sleep, but after seeing Danny's hard-on and the way he looked at me, I decided to stay up a little longer just to amuse myself. So while Danny was busy in the kitchen, clanking ice-cubes into a glass and pouring tequila, I squeezed and massage my hot wet pussy and tweaked my already huge erect nipples.When Danny returned with my drink, his cock was still standing tall, bobbing as he walked. Handing me the drink, he tried his best to. She drew up her knees and parted them to expose her waiting vulva. She was definitely primed. “No foreplay needed, Darren. I’m ready and I can see you are.” Her eyes still focused on the object of her joy. “C’mon, get that big, beautiful cock in me.” Darren edged forward, still kneeling, and presented his cock head at Anne’s opening. With his his hands holding Anne’s stockinged knees wide apart he pushed the helmet between her juicy, swollen lips and found the entrance to her dark tunnel. Anne.