But she wanted me to come back to her place and do her husband and I was like no fucking way and she got tired of hearing me say no so, boom, out.So, ...I kind of drifted for a while. Finally, I was like a month from losing my unemployment and I was just kind of wandering around and I see this lady unloading her car. She's old, right? I mean, not ancient but definitely over 50. So I come over and say need a hand, and she says I'm good but I grab a couple bags anyway and bring 'em into the kitchen.. " Yes, I said I might be willing to try. Okay, and I am. But, please let him know that he and I are quits. Oh, and he's never to come around here again. Not ever. Fuck him, do whatever you want to with him, but I never want to hear his name or see his face again. I don't want to end up in jail for beating him to death," I said."Gordon, he and I..." Just not around here. Okay?" I said. she nodded. "It's time to take your nee'r-do-well husband to bed. Let's go."We were undressing. "Can I ask you. My eyes are closed as I enjoy the violation. I imagine that there is a camera on the wall recording us, capturing me in this state, I imagine someone watching, wishing that they were in the room, wishing it were their fingers abusing me, pleasing me.You strive to take this to a new level now, you add more fingers I have no idea how many. You start to stretch me my voice indicates that you’re overwhelming me.“Hush little girl”, you say to me but I can’t and really I think you like inducing a. Brinker does something complicated with the aerospace industry. Much of the time, Brinker is on the road, and he calls me his ?acquisition?. Unless he goes someplace interesting, like Biarritz or Prague, I generally stay home where I’m entertained by whatever I can catch in pants.Brinker is about six feet tall, handsome, with silver hair. His lower jaw is like the size of an anvil or something. And yes, Brinker is my chastity slave. How else could we have it? He’s gone all the time, trotting.