It's time to go to the library. I get out the collar and the chain and the kneepads and call you over. You come quick, like a good little doggie, and fasten the kneepads around your knees. We leave the house and go down the stairs onto the street. We're going to fuck at the library.
Everyone can see you're my bitch. You follow behind me in your little purple outfit with a tail hanging down between your legs, your ass big and round and beautiful.
He meets her in the back room for a new type of inventory.
[Author's note; This isn't a prequel or sequel specifically, just another story]
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It was that time of night. The rush of the commuter crowd had faded into a slow trickle of truck drivers and workaholics at the roadside diner. Annie had only started her shift three hours ago and had a long night ahead of her, but a young girl needs money and the burger joint needed cashiers.
After nearly 20 years in a rather unexciting marriage and finding myself single again at the age of 45, meeting Joyce seemed a bit like a dream come true. She was a rather leggy 23-year-old with perky breasts only a woman her age could possess. Like a lot of younger women, she wanted to try it all, including being with an older man. I was only glad to help out. She said she liked my maturity and the fact that I took my time in the bedroom.
She had been driving down the country road when she spotted the horses. Now she stood by the fence, one foot resting on the lower rung. The sun warmed her and a breeze ruffled her long hair. She watched as the stallion mounted the mare again, his thrusts so powerful she could feel the impact between her legs. When the mare whinnied, the woman could empathize, she too wanted to moan.