....... A question that has tormented me for far to long. An answer that's beenlong over due. Why was I only turned on by the desire to completely gi...ve myselfto a woman? To only serve her needs. To be her slave, to live and enjoy allpain she inflicts upon me. I had only dreamt of being completely powerlessto such a woman. In the past I have only experienced on few occasions the thrillto serve woman. But I had yet to know complete helplessness, I only know Iwanted it. And to find the answer to. I swirled my tongue around until I found the clit and her old pussy juices. I licked hard and slow, I fingered her and licked my fingers to taste her juices in my mouth. Mrs. Franklin started to moan and nothing ever made me feel so good.“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, lick it you little bitch”“Mrs. Franklin can I be your bitch for ever”“Kyle, I’ll fuck you if you like it”“Can u put your strap on now, and make me gag?”Mrs. Franklin stepped back, and slowly slid her toy up her thighs until it was mounted. "Whydon't you and the other kids go find some books. I'll read to you ifyou want. Only three stories though. You each pick one book."The kids immediately made a beeline for the lounge. Chef turned toLinda: "What flavors do you like?"She steeled herself, and then said: "I like Chef most of all."Chef started. He was not used to be flirted with, especially by awoman as young and pretty as Linda. "You shouldn't tease such an oldman, sweetheart," Chef said. "I'm 36 and you are what? 24?" Twenty. Bo asked for some music, which Sue provided.Bo stared a teasing dance moving his arms and hips andturning in a slow circle, as he moved I could see Suewas already enjoying it, as she made little encouragingremarks, like, “Oh yes sugar, oh show momma what youhave, yes baby that’s it… your are hot! Take if offbaby!”Bo came over and told Sue to unbutton his shirt, shesmiled as she fumbled with the buttons finally gettingit unbuttoned to reveal his black hairy chest, he.