You know I asked you for three years in a row if we could and you wouldn't even talk about it." Fiona had never wanted kids but now the reason had bec...ome more obvious and less abstract. She hadn't wanted them with Sean. She didn't bother replying but instead moved to open the second gift wondering how it could possibly get any worse than it already was.The second gift was a box full of torn shredded cum soaked panties from all the months she and Damian had been fucking.Damian reached and took. She wanted to get to know 'Dean'. A few days past and she hadn't seen Dean around at work. It was hitting four o'clock and as Madison was getting ready to pack up and leave, her door clicked quietly. “Madison Breslin?” A deep hoarse voice questioned. Madison looked up. Dean. What was he doing there, in her office. She put her brief case on her desk and looked up at him.. “ You must be Dean Radcliffe” “ Indeed, I just wanted to introduce myself to you---” “ Well it was kind of you to stop by”. They were facing women whohad the right of life and death over them. They were wearing so many controldevices that they were helpless in front of them. They resigned themselvesto their status, resistance of any kind was impossible. Women had scored onelast victory and the battle of the sexes was won. Once males had acknowledgedtheir slave status, they became totally dedicated to serve the women. The women were wise enough to give them something to look up to. A male thatwould be very submissive. That was always a good start. With him erect, half her job was done. Mallory pulled up her short skirt, leaned over him, and took hold of his warm shaft. She felt his shape and thought his size was average. To her, average was pleasant. Large cocks were great in a relationship, but getting fucked several times a night, possibly being brutally stretched by some clumsy guy with a nine-inch monster, was something she’d come to dread. Happily satisfied, she gently stroked her ‘John’. He sighed.