And he loved to cook. He cooked for me on our first date. Lasagna. We shared a red wine I brought, although I had no clue as to the decency of the win...e. It succeeded in relaxing me a bit, relieving me of the quiet demeanor I was so often plagued with. We laughed and joked, shared a few secrets, and I went home. Before I closed the door behind me he called out to me, "Do you mind if I kiss you?" he asked with an almost timid smile. "I wouldn't mind at all," and I didn't. His surprisingly soft. .She actually smiled.. I couldn’t believe it.She said “U are a good boy, it happens to boys of your age” . I sensed a chance to freely talk, and moved little closer. She then looked at me and said “Dont worry, you ll get a good girl soon and be married.. then you can enjoy all this”. I quietly nodded and said “But your husband was unlucky that way right..” She blushed on that comment and turned. I furthered and said “I have seen many beautiful girls in my college, but I didn’t feel anything for. “Dustin, please,” she begged.The belt lashed out, curling around her ankle and sending a lance of fire through her body. A flurry of fast, vicious blows followed, striping her calves and legs as she howled in pain.“No, please, I’ll do what you want,” she cried out. “I’m your slave, Dustin. I’m your slave.”As she finished, she heard a knock on the door and her youngest son asked if she was alright. Dustin glared at her, the threat implicit in his eyes as he raised the belt.“Mommy’s fine,” she. He tensed is hips and flexed his buttocks as juices gathered deep inside his loins and finally boiled over. Simone glanced up at him with fire in her eyes. One look into her beautiful green eyes and he sighed, releasing shot after delicious shot of hot come into her mouth. Simone held him close and drank every last spurt. When his orgasm had subsided she gently squeezed his shaft and cleaned off the last drops of his seed. As he reached up to wipe a few beads of sweat from his brow he heard.