As he wheeled along, she felt his powerful muscles flex, and found herself wondering what that shoulder would look like without a shirt on. They stopp...d beside a bright blue Honda Element, and after Mark let her in the passenger side, she watched as he transferred effortlessly to the driver seat, then turned and put the wheelchair in through the suicide door. In a few minutes, they were on their way to Helvetia Tavern, a famous burger and beer place on the west side. As they drove, the small. " Rubbing it could trigger a mind-shattering orgasm that seemed to last forever.I grew to love Ms. N, though I had no hope my status would ever advancebeyond that of lady?s maid with privileges. She used me for sex, but Ienjoyed giving her pleasure and occasionally receiving it. In time Ieven learned to take a perverse joy in my punishments, as long as theywere not too severe. When she struck my smooth, pink bottom, I felt morethan just pain.~ ~ ~And now Ms. N looked at me with a strange light. Outside the student center building we sat on a bench. My arm automatically draped over the back of the bench toward where she sat. It wasn't a standard park bench size, it was cozier than that. I would like to say that we sat hip to hip and she slid back against into the crook of my arm. She sat slightly forward and we continued our chat.After a few minutes we continued into the student center to gather our things and we headed to the van to come home. She drove on the way back. For the next. He then gently lay me down on one of the chaises, where I gasped and tried to recover some sense of composure.As I lay there, my slight smooth body spent, staring up at the evening sky with the Istanbul lights flickering below the arched walls of this rooftop lounge, I heard a shower running, over against one of the walls. I realized then and there that this was now a part of my life: being used by aggressive, confident, dominant men who would fuck me into feminine submission. I knew there were.