My pussy was throbbing and stretching. I could feel the head of his dick stretch my pussy each time it entered and his shaft slide down my hole. My t...ght pussy clenched at his cock in resistance. He was fucking me faster and harder with each stroke. The sound of my cries and his moans echoed around the bedroom. Our bodies made slapping noises while he fucked me now. I felt his balls slapping the back of my ass each time."Mr. Conrad!, OWWWWW!, Owwwwww!" I cried out. He didn't care that I was. ” “My dick is hard, free in the air.” He reached for his stiffening dick. I touched his hand and guided it away. “No, no, Rick. Don’t touch the dick. If you touch it, it isn’t really free is it?” We spent the next several minutes reinforcing the autonomy of his air-loving free dick. It was still fully erect when I ended the session, and we had a difficult time convincing him to pull his pants back up. I left him with one new suggestion before I woke him up: “Pussies are cold, aren’t they Rick?. I felt something from touching him that I had never felt before. It was like when we touched hands, a pulsating surge. I wanted more than touching his leg. I slowly worked my hand up towards his crotch and could feel the immediate response. His cock was already hard and just waiting for me. He leaned over and gave me a very warm and wet kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouths. I could feel myself getting wetter. He asked me how much time I had. I told him if I could call my friends, I. Just as I had planned. My only regret is that I had to take Helen instead of Sabratha. My joy would have known no bounds if that bitch had been the one to awaken in my chamber. But, no matter. Either cunt would do to serve my purpose and do she did. Now all is ready for me to proceed with the next step. I must make haste to Avenue Rachel and collect my babies, for the night grows old. Yes! Now, I am off to Avenue Rachel and le Cimetière de Montmartre where my babies await me!"The shadowy figure.