He was spooning her,those same strong hands now petting her hair as he held her to him. It had allbeen a mindfuck, she realized. Anextremely pleasurab...e one, in retrospect. She had asked to be brokenthat night. Begged for it. She?d wanted to be used,nothing more than an object. Meat. But in lieu of theexpected beating, He had gone inside her mind and conjured images and reactionsfar more intense than flogging or slapping would have caused. Not meat to bepummeled, but meat to be cooked. She. Could they still be playing? I sent a text that said, “Sorry to bother you. Are you ok? Are you still playing? I love you!” They were going on 7 hours now. Amazing! I waited some more and didn’t hear anything. I waited until 2:15 and sent one more text. This time I said that I was starting to get a little worried. If I didn’t hear back from her in the next 15 minutes I would try to give her a call. A few minutes later I got a text back that said “heading home”. This was a bit of a surprise. It. I went down for something and I saw Sumy coming up the stairs, she smiled and said hi…I replied too…..she looked awesome that evening…. She was wearing a pink tank top and a black skin tight jeans…boy her boobs were hugging the damn top and her nipples were poking at the top!!! I immediately got a hard on looking at her….when I came back I saw that she was still standing outside here granny as door. I asked her whether anyone was at home…she said “I don’t think so…I have been ringing the bell. . um, my penis might not be big enough," he said softly."Oh, don't worry about that, honey, just wait, I'm getting closer."I've never understood why guys worry so much about the size of their equipment, I had one guy years ago who's cock was smaller than Adam's is now but he sure knew how to use it. But he, too, seemed to obsess on it even though I kept telling him I was happy and satisfied.But I was getting closer. My young lover was so eager and loving, his hands enjoying me as I enjoyed.