Yesterday I met the director of english literature department at one of the biggest universities in the South at the Wal Mart. She had pretty eyes and average looks. We caught each others eye over a divider between small aisles. She immediately pushed her cart around the corner, and brushing past my shoulder, came to stand next to me. She picked up the same little straw woven crate I was holding, leaning over to reveal her small perky breasts. I inhaled her chest, and placed my hand on the v in her v neck, my thumb and index finger encircling her neck. She gasped, smiled, and immediately started releasing cascading waves of hormonal sexual response into her blood stream. He face was flushed, but was smiling, desperately happy to be touched. I said a few meaningless things to her, in a comforting strong voice before kissing her. I took her hand, interlaced our fingers, and told her to take me home.
She drove a white lexus. Her house smelled of creativity, baking, and clay. I pushed her onto the stairs directly behind the front door. Pulled down her pants to reveal wet panties. I talked dirty to her revealing to her my plans to make her my slave while I rubbed her soft flower from behind. I pulled of her panties, smacked her ass hard, and told her to take me to her bed. I sat on the bed, and had her kneel before me. I ordered her to kiss my feet, address me as Master, and blow me. All of which she did superbly. After I was done using her sexually, she made me earl grey tea, and served it to me naked with cookies. Once I was done I ordered her to write me a check for a 1000$. I came on her face and walked out. She has texted me six times since yesterday afternoon.