"No I was fortunate enough to be trained as a Dominant some years ago, great education I might add."Sherri looked at him askance. "Great education? Le...arning how to whip someone better?"Robert shook his head. "Introduction, orientation, but not anything that scars. There can be no scars when a trained Dom does the work. Education on female anatomy, for example, did you know there are 32 erogenous zones on the female form? Normally there are a few that are personal quirks, but always there are 32. .I cant hold it back." She groaned out between panicked gasping breaths, her entire body shaking from his rough use of her fuck hole."Then beg for it." He taunted in what could have almost passed for a teasing whisper. The idea of begging her rapist to let her cum was so absurd, but soon it wouldn't matter, and if she did it with out permission, she knew he would hurt her. "Please, please may I cum?" She moaned, saying it as sexily as possible, hoping it would earn her an easy release, but no. She then lead me into my conference room and started to remove her clothes and said, “Here, Now”! We kissed for a while while I squeezed her tits and rubbed her pussy. I then moved down and ate her like a fat man eats pie at a pie eating contest. I buried my face into her already soaked pussy and my face and neck became so wet I felt like a glazed doughnut. She came on me repeatedly then began begging me to fuck her. She pulled off my pants in one swoop and began to suck on my dick that was. That Saturday was her second outing since undergoing a hysterectomy. I guess I connected with Kara as my mother died with the same cancer in 1989. She learned following my father’s hip surgery in May 2002 I relocated to make sure he was keeping himself right. We were two lonely women who befriended each other. Over the following months Kara and I became fast friends and sharing closely held personal information and anguishes. It was a relief to have a local confidant. She helped me work.