She didn't know what to say.She really had a thing for Mario and she thought they could really havesomething special. Mario was a good guy, but he did... tend to take her forgranted. He wasn't the most romantic man she'd known. Maybe it wasgrowing up in a house full of boys without any sisters. He was cluelesswhen it came to women's needs. Maybe this old lady was right. Maybe ifMario didn't start appreciating her, their relationship wasn't going tolast.The old woman looked deep into Samantha's. This morphed into full blown bondage, where she was helplessly tied and all her holes used. Her idea – really – was to take her asshole for the first time when she was 40 years old. Tits tied, wrists bound, she suggested that fucking her ass would be the trifecta I was looking for. She was right! But that too, started to feel routine. There has to be more. It started that I needed to just play with the tits to get off… then I needed to milk them. Then I needed to abuse them. For several years. “Emily and I are going to go get some more beer, I think she’s drinking all of it before I can get to it,” you say as you motion for me to follow you to the truck. “Let’s go for a little ride and grab some more beer,” you say so the girls don’t wonder where we disappeared to. “Are we really out of beer?” I ask. You shake your head. “Not really, but I need...something, and you can help.” “Oh yeah, what is it you need?” “You,” you say as you open the truck and I climb in. As I am stepping into. As soon as I had returned home, the telephone rang. I knew it would be Victoria and I didn’t need her to ask. I assured her that I had done precisely as she had instructed. I told her everything, even about the girl at the till who had most scornfully referred to me as a ‘dirty sissy whore’ just as I was leaving. My cheeks blushed madly as I explained to Victoria that my torment had been extremely severe. The humiliation forced upon me had made my tiny clitty-cock leak mess into my.