. threaten to send her to prison, or KILL her, but once she’s started to violate me, there’s only one thing that will stop her . . .*Our safe word....*But, after dozens of sessions, you know how many times I’ve actually SAID our safeword? ZERO. As with my orgasms, she knows how to bring me to the brink and KEEP me there. I’ve ‘almost’ said it about five hundred times, and ‘actually’ said it out loud ZERO times. She’s inside of me, and it’s a new high score for length, hardness, depth, and girth.. This was where I found acceptance, this was where I grew up and found my niche. Outside, in a world who lusted after me, I found rejection. There I was a whore and a slut. Here, I was somebody, but for how long? Could I have given it all up for this man? Would he dump me when people started rejecting me in his world? “Be honest.” “I cannot choose.” “That’s not what I asked you.” “Yes,” I whispered, too afraid to look into his eyes to see his reaction. “I can’t hear you.” “Yes, I love fucking. We had no other family close by, so I felt obliged to stay on at home and go to my local college rather than move away. And that meant losing my freedom, and having to cope with mom's controlling ways, and her moodiness and temperament.This was not easy. Sometimes she would fly off the handle over the smallest thing. I'd argue back and then she'd sulk or not talk to me for ages until I came round to her way of thinking. And mostly, I would give in. I wanted a quiet life. It was either that, or. They fought good-naturedly over who got to wipe the pot clean as they had both enjoyed every morsel.Serpin then felt up to giving Collin a quick tour of his new home. The downstairs section was designed as a large open area with the kitchen at the east end, the sitting room at the west end and the dining table between.On the back was a large storage room that was accessed from the laundry and across a short hall was the bathroom behind the kitchen. The backdoor was located at the end of the.