We’re both nervous, our hearts beating rapidly in synch. She slowly draws herself back, my penis pushing slighly at her hole. Her juices are leaking...out, running down my penis. She gently pushes a little harder, and the resistance disappears as I enter her; however, when the head is inside I feel more resistance. I can also feel Nayima’s body becoming tense, and she grunts lightly as her expression becomes twisted with pain.“Are you okay?” I ask, not sure what just happened. Nayima opens her. Teri was tall, maybe six feet and slim with very long, lustrous black hair. She was wearing a long skirt made of a fabric like a tapestry, autumnal shades of green and orange and gold. She had a leather jacket open over a white silk blouse. I’d seen her naked or partially naked so often that somehow this seemed more intimate. That evening we had painted her, under Isobel’s guidance as usual. She had been almost naked. Isobel was, as she often was, exploring the erotic and had posed her on her. Standing back I stroked my shaft with an already oiledhand, gazing proudly at my new creation, your fight was almost ended. No longerstruggling to gain your freedom, you hung limply within your bindings. Bothyour holes raised to a perfect line of attack, legs spread wide, your pussylips opened just enough to allow a perfect view of your erect clit. Your torturedlittle nubbin, played with for so long, yet seemingly, denied forever; andstill it stood alert, drenched with your copious fluids. I. "Yeah. How do you feel?" I dunno." I paused. "I do know I have to..." And modestly be damned, I threw back the covers and headed to the bathroom to pee. It wasn't long before I was diving for the covers once again."Better. I think." I smiled at JC. "Sore. But human again." Feel up to getting back in the world? Maybe Breakfast first. This afternoon is the sale you know."I frowned. I had forgotten."I ... Yes. I have to."JC nodded, serious. "Yes, at some point you do. The sooner the better I'd.