I have no control over my emotions or movements. I can only feel the wonderful feeling of her perfect pussy sucking my cock into her. My body takes ov...er as my hips start thrusting. I am heading towards heights that I have never been. I have goose bumps and my body is stiff as a board and suddenly she pulls away and my cock is stand up in front of me. It was probably a good thing because I surely would have exploded and driven a massive load of potent sperm deep into her womb! My balls are so. She was holding the waste basket that was usually under the sink in the kitchen."Put them in here," she said, her voice completely normal."What?" I was still rattled."I'll help you clean up," she said, in that kind voice people often use with children."What's happening?" I asked, looking toward the kitchen."They're talking," she said."Talking?" Yes. You know, moving their lips while sound comes out? Communicating?" She frowned at me."Just talking?" Yes. Now, let's get this cleaned up before she. He'll treat you like what you are; a married, desperate housewife. You'll be his slut and he'll have no respect for you. " Well thanks for that observation, Bill!" growled Sue. "You're assuming I'm going to be single again. That everyone will think I ruined a good marriage and that I'm a cheating bitch." Yes, Sue, I am," I responded simply. "I'd bet on it." Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on!" screamed Sue as she slammed the receiver down.I returned the phone to the cradle and decided. When I’ve read the other letters of unfortunate subs who were raised by psychotic dommes?.I identify. My brother Pip, Jr. was hung by the nipples every time he got less than a 97 on a geometry quiz. When Mother decided PJ was spending too much time with his cheerleader girlfriend, she humiliated him by making PJ do a makeover session with little Cheryl?and when Cheryl realized that PJ knew more about dresses and makeup than she did, after years of being trained by Mother, she broke off with him.