She repositioned her feet for better balance and flicked her belt open, the wolf buckle probably looking slightly less hungry than her pussy. With a s...mile she wondered how long it would take until she was howling to the moon as well before focussing on the task at hand again.She loved the feeling of flicking up the jeans button, the short moment of resistance before giving in that equalled hers so well. Her hands were as cold as she was hot by then, only slowly adapting from the cold harsh. They looked like they were painted on, and her ass was hanging out of them. Imagine the shortest possible shorts one could wear. That's what these were. And being as tall as I was, I had the perfect view. My eye height was only a little above her luscious milk white ass. And lets not forget the white tank top she had on, with no bra. Where you could see her nipples trying to pierce thru. And for one of the first times in my life. I witnessed a semi nude woman in real life and became very. I know you won't believe this and normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am Otis' cock slave. There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing. They did apprise me of the fact that attempting to do myself in was illegal. But, the upside, from their point of view at least, was the fact that they would not be pressing charges. How fucking wonderful. I couldn’t even get convicted of a crime that I was obviously guilty of. There was no justice, and then I slept. I slept a lot. And, then I slept some more.****“Mom, he’s gone, and he left a note. He’s going to kill himself! Maybe he has already!” said Rebecca.Her mother grabbed the note from.