)I spread my cloak over the exhausted Nicolette and left her to slumber peacefully in the stable. My return to Earthly existence in the form of my cou...ling partner, a French guy called Alphonse, was further complicated by shifting into a time period over a thousand years prior in a country I had never visited in my true form of Mabel Mahoney.The change from being the "fuckee" into being the "fucker" was hard enough to adapt to, but I was also faced with the strange tongue and a culture entirely. I don't think it has as much to do with the actual act, but much more with being dominated and punished in a sexual way. The idea of being verbally teased and made to lick a messy pussy as punishment was often what I would think about while we were having sex.Lucy is a gorgeous brown haired goddess. She has always been athletically inclined and her body is amazing. Her skin is a light brown that always tans easily with no effort. She has an amazing 36C bust and an ass that always makes me want. The kind that left one questioning the path her life had taken and if she could have chosen a different route to a happier more carefree existence. The conclusion was always the same.A heavy sigh and the return to busy fingers working away as she typed up memos and minutes of endless meetings. Life seemed to be nothing more than the start to finish of a word processing document. Not where Joyce had seen herself being at the age of twenty-eight but as she kept telling herself, “Beggars can't be. None of us said, quite, that they had themselves to blame, but we almost said it But there I was. After a year of forgiving him and taking him back. With a shiner the size of a frying pan and nowhere to go. I, who had always seen me as a strong, confident woman. Well educated, smart. I was a teacher, never had a problem keeping order in class. Loving parents. Lots of friends. Happy enough with the way I look. I shouldn’t be here, like this. It’s wrong. Well, whining about it wouldn’t help, I.