I checked your pockets and they were empty,, and you were certainly mad at me, until the moment you looked me in the face."She was Sherlock Holmes. ... owed her and, worryingly, she must want something from me if she'd taken me home with her."Did you enjoy it?" she asked. "What?" Why wouldn't my head clear. I hate hangovers. "Sleeping on your sofa? Thank you, it was very.... " I struggled to find the word I was looking for. "No. Hitting me. Did you enjoy hitting me?"Shocked I replied. Even at this moment, standing on her doorstep, I have a premonition of doom.I could not forget Leslie after we finished "Confessions". I saw her at several parties, across crowded rooms. My desire for her remained strong. I ignored it, especially in the brief conversations we exchanged. That only made it grow. She did not sneer or snap, and I got strained, wondering when she would. I got hysterical about the possibilities. Or was something else on her mind? Sasha suggested to me that might be. I cupped each huge breast in my hands lifting them one at a time, feeling their weight, before allowing them to fall heavily back in place. I rubbed each nipple through the thin material of her gown, under my thumb, then gently pinched and pulled on each one until they were hard and long. I could hear Lula breathing heavily and softly sighing with pleasure as I reached inside the armhole of her gown and fondled her naked flesh. My penis strained against the thin material of my pajama shorts and. Then she remembered the two headeddildo she still had from college. She went into the bathroom andgot the lubricating gel. She came back into the bedroom andremembered where she put the dildo. Soon she had it buckled on withthe big head inside of her and the longer skinny head pointed out. She got into bed and started kissing him. They both worked up afrenzy and when he reached to stroke her between her legs he feltsomething unnatural there. He tried to ask her what it was but shekissed him.