"Well, I've got a lot of school work to do. So just drop me off here and I can walk the rest of the way." I heard fear in her voice. It made me harder.... I locked all the doors using my control console. "Shut up you filthy whore." I whipsered. "What?" She said in disbelief. "Don't you think I know." I said. "Know what?" "Know what you do. What you like. Just look at your legs." She looked down, she was ashamed. "That's right. You fucking hate. This was what Brendy told me about shopping at the Goodwill store. He pulls harder until it is ripped all the way down. Throwing it to the side I’m now in a bra, thigh high stockings, and slut boots.His hands reach over to each side of my bra but oddly he unclasped it and hung it on the wall. This must be a ‘trophy’ Brendy told me about.While I’m standing, now in just stockings and boots, he goes back into my bag.Pulling out the paddle I know he’s going to beat me, and by his aggressive action. This was unusual-not unheard of, however-behavior for my big tittied woman so I figured she had something serious on her mind. I kept one eye on her all the way home and she put on a hell of a show. The only words she said the whole time were, God damn, I need some cock! I need to be filled up! When we arrived home she didnt even bother putting her cut offs or panties on. She just got out and headed up the walk way with just a tank top on, ass swinging in the wind and one hand still on her. I told her and she said she bet it got lonely out here. I told her it did but I had several couples like her and her husband that I met with when I was in their areas and that made it better. I could tell that piqued her interest and she asked if they were older white couples like her and John and I told her they were. She asked if we just had dinner together or if there was more to it. I told her it was usually couples needing to add some "variety" to their marriages. She said John had been.