I reach around a scoop up a large glob and suckit into my mouth. I'm so totally satisfied and completely fucked. He finallycollapses on top of me and ...my wife asks him how her little slut girlfriendwas in bed. He laughs and says we were both very good but he's got to go getsome sleep now. He says he wants to come fuck us again soon though. We watchas he gets dressed and leaves us both. Before he leaves I stand up and put myarms around him. I feel the roughness of his clothes against my nude. ”Having never used the word “bitch” with her before made him stifle a giggle. He had often thought of it before when he’d been pissed at her. Now, having taken her jibes about not being dominant seriously he overcame hesitation and felt good about saying it. Looking at her ass he knew he would eventually figure out how to get his cock inside it without causing her pain and thought This is a good start which made him snuffle a silent chuckle. Checking it out he spread her cheeks and eyed her. I walk down the halls to your room and tap on the door with my foot. You open it and I say in a Southern drawl so as to disguise my voice from you, "Your bags, ma'am?" Oh, right. Come on in," you say. Noticing my cargo-pants, pony tail and t-shirt as opposed to any semblance of a uniform, you ask me who I am and if I actually work there. I set the bags (mine among them) on the floor near your bed and stand up, grinning to myself and replying in my own voice before I turn around."You're right,. Welldressed, some even say pretty, good makeup and my own hair, withclothes that actually fit me, plus, a new friend that could, and would,help me if I needed it. The answer was as plain as the nose on my face.Even though I had not been out many times, I was feeling confidentenough about my abilities to be able to leap over my doubts. I wasgoing to become the girl I had always known I was, and just like momtold me, there couldn't be any "try", There could only be "do". All ornone.On Monday.