Please forgive me..." Stop! I knew you'd say that, and go on saying it for years probably, unless I stop you. So let me save both of us a great deal o... time by asking you one key question: what is my chosen role in life?" Umm. I guess, to serve me?" Yes. But the more correct answer is: 'To make you happy by serving you.' If my serving you didn't make your happy, I might as well die as I'd no longer have a purpose in life. That sounds dramatic but it's how I feel. More than anything I want you. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist interior for a while, I took off my pants and thrust into her with vigour kissing and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don’t know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After months in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something festive for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Santa’s helper dress from the store the day before and I thought it. I was so beyond compliance by now. All the while his guttural voice whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna go out on a limb, Vivian. I think you get off on the idea of an overheated, horny worker having his way with you. I think you’d respond quite favourably to a calloused smack on that sweetly toned ass. I’ll even bet that you’d like a couple of holes filled, along with some routine maintenance. But first we need to secure the worksite.” Rubbing his pussy-soaked fingers around in my mouth, he led. Her legs especially, she looked like she could take on Athena in a foot race if she needed too. Her solid shoulders seemed rippled with muscles, as if she had spent a life carrying water up hills. Her breasts were largeand full, with pert dark nipples capping them proudly. Nestled between her legs was a dark thatch of brown hair that matched her tight braids. To him, she looked beautiful, almost angelic. As if someone had granted his secret desire for a woman with substance. Certainly she was.