Hi, my gens is Myra and I really have a story to tell apart you. I am a young 25 class old attractive brunette with a cute round smooth butt ! It all started at a coffee shop where I relax every good morning before going to work. At the low bar where I usually sit was this sometime man with grey-haired short-change hair and thin out neatly trimmed grizzly face fungus. I could also tell he was more or less cracker like with a Lady Jane Grey haired chest. For some reason or another, I was drawn to him with interest in getting to know him. As I got up to pay my tab, I fumbled around to find my money and discovered I didn't have any and suddenly knocked my hot coffee on his lap. He quickly let a scourge news out and I immediately apologized for spilling coffee tree on him. We introduced ourselves and he told me his public figure was Wendell. He accepted my apology and paid my tab for me but he said I"owed"him for it. I didn't understand what that meant until he quickly and quietly slipped me a note giving me the address to his mobile plate in a trailer park. A couple of the waitresses warned me that he was a manipulating dirty old man who may want to have me. I ignored that word of advice and went off to figure out.

As soon as I got off employment, however, I immediately went over to his Mobile River home to see what he meant by"you owe me for this"said to me earlier. He wasted no prison term grabbling me by the hand and run me back to his sleeping accommodation. As he still held my bridge player, he sat down at the animal foot of the bed and lifted my skirt up as well as pull down my panties all the way down to my feet. He leaned my over his lap and began to paddle my bare bottom unvoiced with his manus and somehow it was so live up to to me ! He said,"This is what you get for spilling that coffee on me this morning and this is the way I want you to pay me back for paying your tab !"I then screamed,"OK"and"I didn't mean to shed it on you !"After each smack, I kept screaming"Ow ow, ow ouch !"I turned my heading to the dresser mirror and saw my own bare ass getting redder and redder as he kept smacking me. He ordered me to arch my fanny gamey, so I did and he then was spanking me heavily and harder. His hand obviously got tired so he let me back up and order me to charter off all my clothes -- -- - so I did because I was afraid not to. He then made me stick out in the corner fanny naked and then I starting crying aloud from the pain I just got. At that point he slapped my bare bottom with one more unspoiled smack then went into the bathroom to pee. As I was still crying naked with my human face in the recess, he walked out of the bathroom toward me and told me to"shut up and twist over ”. I knew exactly want to do next so I bent way over and he immediately dropped his trousers and inserted his recollective underweight peter into my vagina with a concentrated humping action. He told me I was his sex slave girl from now on and I better come over to his billet whenever he told me to -- -- -I agreed.

To make a retentive story short, I went over there to his place every time he said to and he would give me a publicise bum thorough spanking with his bare handwriting and would put his penis in my mouth, vagina and butthole whatever he decided to do. Each prison term he would replete me with a gooey slimy wetness ! ! ! I also had to introduce myself as"Wendell's whore"to everyone we saw or he would give me an additional hard spanking and lock me in a way by myself butt naked for a very long time with barely enough nutrient and water to survive and limited"pit finish"meter. Quite often, I would walk around with a sinister eye and/or bruises where he would get rough with me if I didn't conform to his crazy expectations. You know what, those two waitresses were right about him. He IS a marked-up old manipulating man who loves sex and to control his partner. Well, as far as I know, I am his simply sex pardner because other women have probably left him for his extremum supremacy and roughness. But me, I know I can deal this because never in my life sentence has sex been so exciting and fulfilling by person who introduces me to new things and I'm forced to enjoy them !

One morning while I was back at my place waking up in my own bed, I began to feel morning illness, tenderness of my breasts and cravings for foreign food I've never eaten before. I took an betimes pregnancy test at home and it came out incontrovertible. I went down to the women's clinic a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, got a more gross psychometric test and the results came out the same -- -- -positive ! The clinic staff treated me with give tongue to care and regard because they kind of sensed that this pregnancy was unplanned and unavoidable. I could feel the small fry already moving around inside me and my boob becoming heavy and larger. I really want to have this infant and breast feed it until I run out of my lowest fall of milk ! Having this baby will prove to the existence, to him and to me as to how practically I really love him ! ( Despite his utmost domination and chagrin ) At that point I knew I really belonged to him now. Wendell is my love, my hubby, my boyfriend and master. Yes, I finally found admittedly love in my sprightliness !