She explained, "Susan and Brenda are similar in their extreme submissiveness. But I know Susan as well as I know myself, and I know she can dial back ...some. I hate to say this, but she's very malleable if you know the exact buttons to push. I don't know Brenda as well, but let's put it this way: it took me weeks and weeks of spending many hours each day with Susan to get her to change her morality from a prudish one to a sexual one. But with Brenda, I hardly had to do anything. It's like she. I frowned, leaning forward. I didn't hear it over the sound of the limo driving through the streets of Seattle. “What was that?”“Yes.” Her eyes hardened as she shot me a blazing look. Then she spat out, “That's what you want to hear? You want to hear how I'm burning to fuck you? Is that it, Becky? You just want every woman in the world to be your whore?”“I want them to feel the pleasure of my cock,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “But if you don't want it, I can get out of the limo.”“I. Want. It.”. ." Kitty, please," I interrupted her. "I really didn't want you to take me wrong. I just want to help. You may not be like the others now, but if you keep going down the road you're headed on, you sure as hell will end up there. Let me help you okay." So I'd be like a kept woman?" She asked."If that what it takes, you're more than welcome to think of it that way." I answered."Would you expect me to let you fuck me anytime you wanted, and would you expect me to do all sorts of kinky sexual. Her lemony colour body and her heaving chest was like a musical treat to my ears.The entire setting was perfect as there was no one but us and both were soundly enjoying each others company. I figured she would get up any moment, so i gently took her hands of my chest and kissed her fingers, i wrapped a towel around myself and went for a nice and satisfying shower. Since it was a Saturday i did not have office, so i knew both the days we would fucking like crazy, i turned the shower off and.