Every day I fed my soul on the erotic descriptions he would spin. I was like a butterfly trapped in the web of his words. I wanted only to have him wr...p around me tight and consume me. I was in love. Oh my god, how I was in stupid, blind devotion to him.Three, four and sometimes five times a week, I would succeed to steal myself away to a place of convenience. In the first weeks, I was always going into his office to consummate our sexual acts. Oh, and I must say, those were the happiest times. A truck blasted past the bumper, making Pearceswear bitterly about focking Yank drivers. He ran ashaking hand through his black hair, pushing it into spikes.‘Ye all right then?’‘I’m fine, honey. Want me to drive?’‘No. Apparently I’m needin’ ta practice.’Carefully looking both ways, he crossed theintersection as I settled back into silence. Tense withconcentration, his hands at the traditional ‘ten and two’positions on the wheel, it took him a few minutes beforehe could relax enough to. Igrabbed her up by her waist. I could feel the clamps were no longeruncomfortably hot on my back, though the girl was still pretty cold. Some ofher color returned. I set her butt on the table and spread her legs as far as Icould get them. I put her feet up on the table and leaned her back against thewall. I spread the oil all over her crotch, fingering it into her vaginaroughly. Her cunt was cold and it felt funny, but not bad.Mega-Mamsgot a partial smile and asked, "Are we finally gonna have. ”“Would you like to, I liked it too and if you want to you can,”“Give me a minute or two to recover and get it up again, and I would love to do it, thank you.” We sat and we talked for more than five minutes and he let me play with his cockand it soon got hard. Then he said, “would you like to try it another way?”“I have only done it like that, is there more than one way?”He laughed and said,” I wish I could spend a couple of days with you I could show you a dozen ways that I am sure you would.