"What color is that?" he asked trying to tell from the box."Max honey you worry too much, just relax. Does it really matter whatcolor I have chosen? I...m going to dye your hair this color no matterwhat you say, so what's the use of discussing it?" she said now layinghim back in the sink.Max now lay on the counter top with his head tilted back in the sink.Tanya stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse and then removed it, Shereached her hands around behind her and unfastened her bra and took itoff. ‘You said you liked plump and heavy breasted women. I think I would qualify for you give the impression of being a tit man’. He didn’t hesitate in replying. ‘Yes I am but without a photo I have to take your word for your description’, he hit the send button. A slight pause and then the pen moved. ‘Would you like me to show you my tits? That comment just needed one word ‘Yes’. Within seconds a photo appeared and his comment was ‘Fuck they are magnificent’, even though her face wouldn’t qualify. I decide I'll fix dinner, and check in to see her progress when I'm done. As I cook, I can't help but analyze my own feelings. Why do I do this? Ilike the sensation of power, of controlling another human, especially a beautifulwoman, but why put her through these trials, denying her orgasms while teasingher towards them? Upon reflection, I think it's because it's not enough thatI am in control – I need her to realize and acknowledge that I am incontrol. The other side of that reasoning,. Mike didn't he kept teasing my pussy with the head of his cock. I was going crazy.Fuck me, fuck my pussy.What are you Mike asked me.I'm a dirty girl I blurted out.Better Mike said as he placed his cock head at the opening of my fuck hole wiggling it around.I'm a slut, fuck my married slut pussy.With that Mike began to slide his cock in my pussy inch by inch until he was balls deep in my pussy.Oh fuck, I'm such a dirty girl, a slut. Fuck your slut wife hard.Mike was pounded me so hard I could.