‘Okay,’ I squeaked. ‘Do you have big tits?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I said fearfully. Then he asked, ‘Are you in a hotel room with man you’ve...known for just over an hour?’ ‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘Are you begging him to fuck you?’ he asked with a menacing smirk. It suddenly occurred to me that he was right. Why hadn’t I seen it before? It was so simple. For the first time in my life I felt completely free. It didn’t negate my career or my accomplishments. It didn’t make my MBA in marketing go away. It just. Please fuck me good Kevin, please make me cum lots."Kissing her softly he flicked his tongue against her lips and moved on. Slowly he began to move his ass, round and around, back and forth, up and down but still not stroking into her yet. He let her settle in for what she wanted as he just worked at warming her up more and more. Her breathing was already beginning to get ragged as he started to stroke slowly in and out of her. Only about half strokes as he held himself back, he increased his. "Why couldn't he stay awake, and why can't it always be this hot", I would always wonder as I drifted off towards sleep. And one night it hit me! I was wide awake!"I'm smarter than him! I would trick him into admitting that he has a sex addiction and force him to go to counseling. Then I could make him stop with the porn once and for all, and then it will just be him fucking me- like when we were younger!I formulated a plan in my head. I knew what would drive him to admit he had a problem, and. When I got his bag open on the bed, I tore out every bit of the lining. I found just what I'd thought I'd find – a packet of letters, hidden from everyone, which meant they held something David needed to keep secret.The letters were recent, each one was dated, and they were written and presumably sent, about a week apart, for the last four months. The final letter was dated just days before the family would have left New York on the way to Arizona.The author was a young girl. Her handwriting.