She was a lion on a hunt, and she just caught the scent ofher prey. She stood there, watching me, smirking slightly, whichhumiliated me even more. ...She loved to humiliate me. Some times Ithink she lived on my humiliation. Thrived on it. Proof of hersuperiority. Proof of her dominance.Then, as if I weren't even here, if this ludicrous scene didn't exist,she strode over to the table and placed her lantern next to my clothes.She picked up my pants, removed my wallet, and threw the pants over. No wonder you’re upset.’ ‘It’s not so much upset as confused. I was taken and enjoyed in ways I’d always dreamt of, ways I’d prayed for a man to possess me. Yet it wasn’t what I’d imagined. It was fine when I fantasised it, but as reality it was odious, although I still wanted it. Perhaps because I felt powerless to stop it – I had no choice but to submit. I’m no longer sure of what I want. . . . and now my mind tells me I should be satiated with sex, yet my body says nothing has happened to. It wasn't long until his cock was out. That was the wildest and craziestthing I had ever experienced. I remember it just "clicked in" in mymind; I no longer had that equipment. I moaned like a mad porn starletwhen he finally entered me. The thing seemed huge!I have never felt that way before. I was totally out of control; thisguy was just taking me at his whim. He rolled me over, picked me up, andhit me from every angle. When I said I dove in deep, I meant about 600fathoms deep!I fell asleep. I could barely see straight."Oh god ... coming..." I grunted."Me ... too..."I shuddered and orgasmed. The first rope of my cum landed on Jean's thigh, the rest dribbled onto my bedsheets. She shuddered right behind me, letting out a mighty scream and then going limp. She almost fell off the bed, but managed to catch herself in time.We were red-faced, frantically gasping for air. Jean grinned at me, or maybe I grinned first. "You look like you've got that down to a science." It's really more of.