I want to be her; wrapped in his strong arms, head pushed against his chest, cheek abraded by his fine hair as his cock slides effortlessly deep into ...y warm, welcoming pussy and my fleshy stomach ripples with pleasure.I want to be him; head resting between her wide spread soft thighs, dribbling wetness hot on my tongue, my rigid cock pressing hard against my stomach as I lick my way across the shuddering stiffness of her clitoral nub.Slowly, I permit my heavy eyelids to half close, allowing my. He, in turn, relied more and more in those days on Dr. Zhang, a medical doctor, a gynecologist, from Communist China who had first been recruited by the Soviets. On loan to the German Democratic Republic, Zhang spoke fluent Mandarin, Cantonese, Russian, German and English. A short, slim, sixty year old with gray thinning hair, he wore distinctive stainless steel rimmed glasses. Zhang was a cruel sadist who had developed several torture techniques centering on the sex organs. He derived a. He expected me to give him permission to change everything in ourlives. More than that, he expected me to lead now, to have all theanswers, to tell him what to do. What did he expect? Did he really expectthat I would just suddenly morph into a confident masculine know it allhusband that he obviously didn't want to be anymore? How was I going todo that? Did he think I had some magic wand to suddenly become a browbeating, take charge, know it all, my way or the highway, fist pumping,chest. He can throw them, one under the last and leave a perfect vertical line of knives. I did a session with him - stark bloody naked as I will be on the great day - and he pronounced me the best, coolest and most unflinching partner he'd ever had! That part of the mid morning and afternoon is no problem. Giles is a honey for coming up with that suggestion - I love him more and more all the time! And he'll make me a Lady one day - lovely dear boy!" I'm glad about that sweetheart! But, my love, I'm.