" Alright. Meet you here?" Three-thirty." Done. Nice to meet you, Marcus." And you, Heather. See you Thursday."I was nervous. He seemed a nice honest ...guy, but how could I tell? And to be completely honest, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted him to be quite that nice.Thursday rolled around fast enough in any case, and Marcus showed up at the agreed time and place. I grabbed my bag, and we headed out the gate, trying to sort out what sort of mutual friends we might have. The list was pretty short,. The very few times she would have sex with James she was never really interested in it, it was more for him then anything else. They both knew it, pity sex was basically how it all boiled down. It was frustrating, but in the end, it was all she could ever muster up the desire to do. Even after she gave birth her sex drive never really recovered.As another year passed by she knew something had to give. James was growing ever more frustrated with their sex lives, more to the fact the lack of sex. The tingling in my pussy was getting too much to bear but i dared not ask him to satisfy it. I wanted to be a good slave to him and knew if i was, he’d reward me. I swallowed every bit of his juice and then continued to suck and lick until he was clean again. He pulled me up by my hair and told me to turn around. I obeyed. “put your head back” he said. Again, i obeyed. Anything my master wanted, i would oblige. After all, i was his. After some shuffling in the drawer he said “open your mouth.”. It might sound weird but I love to watch a woman get dressed...squeezing your titties in a bra and pullin up yer undies...” I wondered who Peter was watching to know he liked this so much. Perhaps the porn? The strip clubs? Was he spying on people? I thought about our first encounter at the Garage. I remembered how horny it made him to see my tiities bouncing out of my bra and up over my blouse. How he grunted like a dog when I bent over and wiggled my ass in his face. “Ok Peter, where's.