' In a low smoldering tone he told me '...I'll let go as soon as you're as naked as I am...' All he had on was a t-shirt and tennis shoes. I pleaded '.....I can't do nothing with you hurting me like that...' He yanked my penis up and pulled me closer to him with it and said '...if you don't want me to twist your little clit off you better put your arms around my neck and hold on tight...' As he said that, he started to lift me up and twist my penis. The pain was almost unbearable as I slowly. "I know. It sounds quite unrealistic. I can't imagine it either but supposedly it really did happen. " As Jack continued on with the story he ran his hands around the front of Julie's skirt covered thighs and pulled her back against him. She could easily feel a very hard cock pressing against her. Her right hand, trapped between her and a very swollen penis, rubbed the front of his pants. As slyly as she could, she felt for the zipper of his pants and eased it down. Jack's cock pushed into her. As my jeans flung themselves to the floor, they landed with a thud. I found myself sitting there in front of her. Louisa’s breasts presented themselves at a perfect head height for me, I felt like I could have looked at them till the sun came up again. Instead, I reached out to her and pulled her closer to me. Even though I hadn't meant to, I pulled her so hard she almost landed on top of me. She had been trying to undo her skirt but didn't seem to making much headway. In truth she had only had. Despite their relation, he found an erection tenting his pants as Monica too felt a flush of heat in her silk gusset. "I didn't want to ask for money, I couldn't tell you I lost my job." When did you lose your job?" When the doctor signed me off with depression," Ethan sighed, "I haven't been able to work since May, after Dad died I came unglued. I've still got my salary but my rent has been raised and I'm doing this, for company really. The women are mostly widows or unhappy, there's a few.