“Yeah she isn’t.” I said getting wetter.“Good, well I gotta go, see you in a few days.” Brett said hanging up.I immediately texted Sam what ...Brett said, and she agreed, Sam had been craving his cock as much as me. I decided that I wouldn’t tell Molly, I wanted it to be a surprise for her. I stopped taking my birth control, and confirmed that Molly didn’t take any. Well the next couple days dragged on and on, but finally the day came, and they were here.We went through the usual greetings, and. “This is far enough Gwen. I don’t like this, let me up.”Suddenly I feel a hand hit my ass. I kick and struggle. “Cut it out Gwen.”“I am your mistress and you will address me as Miss Gwen from now own.”A couple more well placed hits find their mark on my ass and I suddenly go with the submission. “Spread your legs for me.” I comply without a second thought. I am feeling as though this is where I should be. She knows I am sexually submissive to a man but I never knew I could submit to a. "You've had your coffee," I said trying to usher him out but hestood fast. "My my my, you are a little sissy aren't you?" he said with a satisfiedsmile. "I thought so" he exclaimed."Okay, so we're neighbors. You just live your life and let me live mine.I'm not bothering you so don't bother me, fair enough?" I said as Imoved him to the door grabbing the folder from the table and stuffing itinto his hands."Yes we're neighbors," he said. "And I think we should get betteracquainted, yes, much. I had a flitting hope that maybe, just maybe, someone admired me, and noticed me out of the crowd of many. I found it exciting, that someone who could potentially be ‘the one’ (even though I admit it’s cheesy), spotted me as if I was treasure and wanted to bury it up, to get to know me. I also liked reading what some other people wrote, and wondering if that was me, or someone I knew. A post caught my eye. It read: ‘Lovely Irish girl at Lucky’s’. My heart began to pound a little bit, and I.