. Grace de Messembry that is, wants torectify some faults in me. I am sure that with you, with the othersit will be all right. Just that I am .... It ...s my fault. I wasstupid. "David's voice tailed off. He could not explain. Did notwant to go into the details now, not then, not ever.Emma caught his mood with instinctive empathy. She placed a hand onhis shoulders. Her voice was full of concern, of friendshipoffered. "Sit there for a moment Sophie. Give yourself a fewminutes to recover. Then we. But then you meet somebody who just doesn't fit into that group of people. Maybe a woman like Ronnie, though I have to tell you I think she's a pretty rare type. Or even a woman like Tiffany Moore, who could use some money, but has the kind of standards that won't let her get it just any old way. Anyway, it makes you reflect on the world in general and kind of gives you a wakeup call.I thought about them both, for a few days. I suppose there are a lot of women who have some resemblance in. ...the way he totally dominated me....fucking my face, throat and my now manpussy. I had such a desire for more....I was consumed by thoughts of him.Now, he was online and saying 'hi' to me. I was so nervous and excited I was shaking. He asked if it was safe to chat and I told him yes. He said "I really enjoyed your enthusiasm last week".I said "I really enjoyed the way you took control of me and loved the size and feel of your cock. The way you fucked me it was like you were making love to me. I nearly choked when she told me at dinner. Jennifer gave me the wholestory, although she didn't provide many details on Clint's appearance.To her it was just an innocent lunch and a chance to firm up a newfriendship. She beamed when she described how he had reacted to thebook. All I could do was nod quietly. Was she telling me everything?Had Clint told her we had chatted? Did he broach the subject of mydressing? Had he tried to make sexual advances on her? A millionquestions ricocheted in my.