Often this was wearing a pair of Carla's panties, usually a lacey thong. I enjoyed dressing up for him and when we would have sex, he always called my... ass his pussy. He would suck my cock and I sucked his, but only my ass (his "pussy") was getting used. The more we had sex, the more vocal Ron became, asking me how much I loved being fucked by a real man, and could I take more. Ron was about seven inches so he certainly felt good, but I could take it all with ease. I loved taking him doggy style. Dad led the way up the stairs. We’d both been in this house before but for different reasons. We got to her bedroom, I could hear her working her slit before we even walked in.She was on the bed. I gazed at her from head to toe. She seemed a lot more classy and a lot less desperate than the last time I had seen her. Her shoulder length brown hair looked conservative but the basque she was wearing was anything but. She was in fucking good shape anyway but this thing held her stomach in and. She told me she had to go to bed. But before she left, I said, "PM me tomorrow after school!"She signed off, saying "Of course...sir :)"I was about to turn off my laptop when I realized how horny I had become. Turning on some porn, I started to stroke my shaft. I came quickly, fantasizing about Jessica being my submissive slut.The next day at work was tough. I got a lot done, but I kept thinking about Jessica, and if she would be my submissive. Finally, at 5 I got to leave. I drove home and. Please don’t.? He suddenly protested attempting to pull away from her. ?You shouldn’t. It’s not right.? She sat bolt upright on her heels, towering over him, initially perplexed and clearly angry. Then she understood where this was coming from. And that she had to put a stop to it. Now and forever. ?Listen slave.? She retorted hotly. ?Haven’t you sworn to me time and again that I own you body and soul? Haven’t you?? She practically snarled. ?Yes Ma’am.? He.