. I don't know..." Her voice got quieter. "I guess I have a submissive streak." OK. And I'm not satisfying it." Warren, don't put it that way. Most of... the time I love your gentle touch. It's just every once in a while..." She took a deep breath. "It's not that I want you to be rough. The couple times that has happened, it's been natural. I wouldn't want you to force it--that's not in your nature. Oh shit, I don't know what I want." You want to be dominated." Yeah. Just once in a while. I don't. Well hear I was with her, she always looked a millon Dollers as her hubby was very well off and she always dresssed in designer clothes. She was nearly 50 and I knew her daughter, she was wareing a white dress, low cut at the front and very figure hugging as it went in at her waist and was tight around her hips, it was about 6 inches above her knees and she had a pair of white stilettos on, as we got near the back of the ally where the empty beer barrels where she asked me to unzip her. As I. “Nothing.” He said, and kind of grinned as he wiped his mouth, and spit a little with his tongue…“Hahahaha…” she laughed. “I’m sorry hun,” she went on chuckling, “That’s called real woman, that hair in your mouth. You’re probably used to the girls your age being shaved bald. I wish I would have thought about it… I’d have let you shave my pussy in the shower if that’s the way you like it.” She giggled as he went back down on her.This was both hot and infuriating… but mostly hot. I was. ” She said sarcastically“At this point, it doesn’t matter,” I replied. “If either of us “sells out” the other, we’re both assured a lot of long-term hurt, so why worry?”“True.” Sarah responded, then asked “So why are you even giving me this then?”“Because you’re right. Sooner or later, we get caught…and I don’t want to get caught anymore than you do, but I’ll tell you one thing…”“Oh?” she asked.“You’ve been enjoying this whether you want to admit it or not, and this evening has been proof of.