I let her think she was making it a fight to heighten the sensation of being trapped by my power.With arms akimbo, her brow furrowed as she continued ...to send commands that went unheeded. I waited until drops of sweat formed on her forehead before stepping forward again."Let me take a guess about your experience," I said putting my hand on the top button of her blouse. "Telepathics said come, and you came."I undid the button and the one below. I took a step back and held my hands up for her to. Sex then became even more infrequent, going months at a time between lack luster sessions that would turn off even the horniest of on lookers. It had been a particularly long dry spell (close to a year) when I met…Alice (Not using her real name to protect her identity.) I met her, as so many do now, online. We traded online pictures, no not THAT kind of pictures, and chatted often online as well. From her photos she was obviously a BBW. Large hips, bust and belly. To me she was a. You were wonderful with the kids, and Susan commented on what a great Santa you were. We’d love to have you back next year.”I thanked her and took my check. When I got to the car, I looked at it. Two hours worth!I thought about Susan’s offer all the way home.*At 9:00, I parked just down the street from 2731 Skytop Lane. It was about three blocks from the party, in a slightly less ostentatious neighborhood. I’d left the Santa suit on, but removed the pillow from my front. Tucked in the bottom of. She could hear footsteps. It sounded like Vince’s. Trish hid behind a huge plant. It covered her completely. Vince was doing something but she couldn’t see. ‘Oh thanks. I had fun,’ he said. ‘Me too. Maybe we could do this some place else besides your room,’ said a female voice. Trish couldn’t recognize the voice. ‘I am your bitch right? Not Trish?’ ‘Of course you are,’ said Vince happily. Trish began seeing red. If you whoever you are, think you’re Vince’s bitch, ha, we’ll see what’ll happen..