So good... so nice. Sissy curtseyed yetagain before wandering off. She thrilled and almost giggled at thegirlish wiggle to his backside as he walked... away in his high heels.She sipped at her coffee, totally contented with the world. Not onebit of stress over anything. Life was more than just good, it waswonderful. And then Sissy was back again, this time in his pink andwhite ballet costume - tutu and all! She giggled at the sight of him. He struck a starting pose, and suddenly music filled. ?????There is still a part of Michelle that remains the dynamic, intelligent young girl she once was. This is something I cannot get rid of. Nor have I tried. Instead, I have instilled in her an imaginary corridor with many doors only she can open or close. Each intelligent act, like knowing the answer to a math equation or reading, is accompanied by renewed feelings of guilt and memories of the pain she caused me by her infidelity. To avoid that pain she is allowed to lock that part of her. Once it’s all the way in your hot hole I place one hand on your lower back and the other on the bed next to your body and begin to slam you forcefully now. My body drives into yours with full force with each thrust as my hand keeps you helplessly in place. You’re making whimpering sounds as I pound your ass with no mercy but it is obvious that none is needed as you are greatly enjoying yourself. My thrusts become even more rapid and whether it’s that which causes it or the silk pillowcase. He couldn’t see much from this distance; the wide veranda drenches their windows in shadow. He thought of the old furniture in bare-boarded rooms and their ancient, saggy mattress. She was too good for out here. He was busting to buy them better things, a bed with all its springs or a new kitchen table so he needn’t lean down to help prepare their dinner. It gave him backache right before mealtimes, a reminder of how much work he has yet to get done. By next summer he hoped to buy all the.