“Really?” she responded, “He said that?” I could tell that she seemed a little annoyed by my revelation and intrusion into a personal matter. ... “Yes,” I responded. Heather remained silent for a moment. I could see her thinking. “Yes,” she responded. “Yes, we have some issues, but they are deeply personal.” I am not a marriage counselor, but I knew that 'deeply personal' meant either money or sex. Knowing they had no money issues, I surmised very quickly it was a sex issue. “You’re pretty. Soft jazz music fills the room as the candles flicker, seemingly in time with the music. Halfway through the meal I allow my sissy servant to slip my shoes off and kiss and lick my feet. She knows that I’m allowing this because her service thus far has pleased me. She covers my feet first in kisses, and finally in her own saliva. I wickedly lift her skirt and use one of my feet to caress my little slut’s cock, still locked in its chastity device. Her intake of breath is enough to satisfy. Thru the torment I could feel every vein and ridge on his penis shaft as it slipped deeper and deeper into my rectum. I was now digging my fingers into the dirt as Charlie pulled back and pushed his massive dick in and out of my anal cavity. Bruce had not been gentle with my butt and it was close to being rubbed raw, my anus was so sensitive, to the touch, that it felt like it was on fire. Charlie seemed to get excited the more as I moaned and groaned from his manipulations. The more I tried to. I love being with you. My mom loves you, obviously, and she's pretty happy. I don't think you're moaning and groaning about how life has treated you. Okay, so when I'm eighteen, if I can go to college I will, and if I can't, for whatever reason, then I won't. The point is that I'm more interested in loving my life than making it into what a bunch of other people think it should look like."She sat there, waiting for him to say something. He was more than a little surprised that she could boil.