Voluptuous Mature Woman Embracing Submission

Summer. “Have you ever been raped?”
He looked shocked. He did not understand it. Pull your pants down.”
“What?”
“Part way down your thighs will do. “What is this place?”
“Druggies come here at night,” she said matter-of-factly. “Not like that. Stay down,” said a young male voice. She flipped through it. She’d told herself then and there that she would suck that cock. That’s nothing.”
“Okay. You’re the filthiest, nastiest woman I’ve ever known,” was all he could say. “I like humiliation, remember? He remained polite, but it still gave him an exhibitionistic high. It was the Dirty Book, the one Good Boys Aren’t Supposed to Read. Talk to yourself about them. We had to argue with the ambulance to take you, they thought we had called about the guy. If anyone ever made teasing remarks about him and girls, he heatedly denied it. It’s French.”
“French? Eyes? Just like it sometimes did when he had to go to the bathroom. They cuddled up in the sofa and sat down to