You’re on your own, as usual, walking in the Park. You’re in a contemplative mood, looking back on your young life. You’ve worked hard, saved hard. Got your own home in Brooklyn. But…there’s nobody in your life. You’ve never been good with women. You’ve always believed a good woman wants to be cherished and catered to. That you should do anything for her — whatever she wants. Yet somehow, you’re still alone.

You spot her in the Park, on the Mall. Every man and more than a few women turn at her passing. You turn to follow her. It’s not something you ever do, but she’s fucking incredible. You’ve never in your life seen a pair of legs like that. And that ass! You dream of sinking into that gorgeous, full round ass, of having her sit on your face, of ploughing deep inside her.

“Oooh,” she exclaims, walking into your bedroom. “Is this what I think it is? What a beautiful, big, soft bed. I bet you get into all kinds of mischief in here!” A happy grin betrays her joy. “I’ve never, ever had a place like this! Ohh, you are sooo lucky being able to live here! I’d give anything, ANYTHING to live here!” You have to wonder, does she mean it?

“Would you mind if I tried out your bed? It’s so big and soft, it makes me feel so warm and sexy.” You are so torn. You’ve never been this close to someone this gorgeous before. You soooo want to get on that bed with her. What’s stopping you?

“Come on Baby. Come and get it. Get over here and FUCK ME IN THE ASS!!!”

“Mmmm, that was really great Baby. But don’t go to sleep yet. I’ve not NEARLY done with you!”

When you stared at her ass in jeans, you thought it was the sexiest thing you’d ever laid eyes on. “I’m so sensitive back there. Would you like to touch me? I get shivers when anyone touches me there!”

“Come on baby. I need more. Fumita. Fuck me in the ass. When you make me cum, I’m your slave forever.” You can’t believe your ears. It just seems — too good to be true. You dream of this woman being your willing sex slave.

Of course having sex with her did not enslave her to you. Quite the opposite. First she feeds you a massive dose of ED drugs. She tells you she needs you ready and able always in all ways. Over the next several hours, she takes complete charge. She pounds you relentlessly until you beg for mercy. And yet somehow, she hasn’t let you cum. How is that possible? She’s cum eight – ten times. After several hours of this, you grow desperate. You beg her, to please, please, please let you cum! At last she relents, and you nearly pass out from the intensity of your orgasm. But she’s not done with you. She’s tireless, insatiable. She pulls orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of your weakening body until you are a spent, useless husk.

Now that she owns you, she announces she’s moving in as Mistress of the House. She demands your credit and debit card PINs. When you say ‘we’ll see’, she renews her attack and fucks you senseless. But this times, she will not let you cum until you agree to her demands. Dazing and horny, you give her all your banking information. She squeals in delight and goes shopping. When she gets home, she models her sexy new lingerie for you. She enthuses about how happy and sexy she feels here.

Katrina is feeling VERY comfortable around her (ooops, your) house. She’s pretty much moved in. But you find that you’re doing absolutely EVERYTHING. All the cooking, all the housework. Katrina just relaxes and attends to her beauty regime.