I was fucking her hard and fast. It was not by my own desire, I wanted slow, deep prolonged thrusts, feeling every centimeter of her pussy. But the mo...ements were involuntary. I reminisced about my other encounters. Compared them to Sachi. Jenny came to mind, her slender body splayed open for me. Her tiny breasts, her smallish hips, everything about her was petite, especially her pussy. A smooth little crevice in her underdeveloped puffy mound. So delicate and soft. I remember rubbing the tip. We heard them for a good while before we saw them, five riders on pretty poor horses with no pack mules. They lost our tracks and drew up confused.“Where’d they go?”One youngster was off his horse casting about. “Don’t worry. I’ll find them directly.”Another snorted and the voice was definitely female. “Gal, you couldn’t find your ass with both hands if you had a map and a detailed list of instructions even if it was on your shoulders.”“Sissy, I’m about tired of your mouth. Think you can do any. I inhaled the warm aroma of my neighborhood coffee joint on a slow Thursday evening, time permitting me a moment to indulge the need that underlined my identity.I found the notion utterly fascinating; those around me entirely unaware that their presence turned me on. Inviting others to watch was easy enough. Sometimes it was obliviousness I craved.Ava understood it. Masters of our own perception.The first time I met her, I had a glass plug snug inside me, my ass clenching it as she shook my. Honestly Graham, she’s out of her mind with worry.”“Did she say what she’d done?” I asked.“Yes, and she’s well aware how horrible it was of her. I think it was the shock of you arriving mid-morning and telling her you’d been accused of molesting a teenager. You know her picture of men’s characters is pretty poor: she told you what men did to her. I think she just felt it was her time in London all over again. I think she was afraid that while you were very good to her, deep down you might just.