" Well now we're going to broaden Carin's horizons. You're going to find out what lust can do to your sensible reasoning."Cari didn't know what Sandr...a was up to, but nothing the woman said was frightening. "When I'm with you, I feel submissive... willing to do anything you demand." I know, my love. Today and tomorrow we'll spend together... you'll meet a few of my closest friends." Huuummm, I like that." Cari assumed the day would consist of many shopping experiences, but that was only part. I felt giddy and drunk and alive and amazingly happy. But then the sadness and uncertainty began to gnaw at me, an empty ache in my stomach. How could I feel this much love for such a man? I didn't know the first thing about him. And more to the point, how would he feel about me? Little doubt about that! I was just a one-night stand!I think the only thing that kept me from sobbing out loud at that instant was the fact that I didn't want to wake him up. The tears came, though. Crying silently, I. Everyone called her Sugar. I never figured that one out. She was not a sweet lady. OH, to the contrary, it seemed as though she hated almost everyone. Well, everyone except her nephew Bartholomew. With that name you might expect him to be called Bart, he was actually called Deuce. No one ever spoke of why that name was chosen. It was, and you had to accept it. Sugar married once. She was a stunningly beautiful woman in her youth. As she got older her beauty did not fade, it matured. She had. As we got to a clearing she proceeded to strip down and grab a condom out of her purse. When I just pulled my pants down, she asked if I'd be more comfortable nude like her so I agreed and stripped down! So here I was, totally naked with a naked hooker on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock to hardness, getting ready to put the condom on, when we heard branches snapping and saw an older guy about 200 feet away watching us! Now I started grabbing for my clothes but the girl just said "Oh.