.." Charlotte's pace quickened into a rabid frenzy, rocking back and forth faster and faster, the bedsprings straining under her exertion. Robert's h...nds slid over the curves of her waist, hips, and naked thighs, all slick with sweat. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her face buried against his neck, a keening moan from somewhere deep in her throat gradually growing louder and higher as her nails bit into his shoulders. Her cunt became hotter and wetter with each second "Or," she. That he had served in Vietnam and could track me anywhere. I had my number changed. Within days he always managed to get the new number. Then one night hecalled and told me not to hang up, to hear him out. He was sorry he had been terrorizing me. He wanted to apologize. Could he come over? I told him no way. He asked me to open my curtains and look past the courtyard in front of my building. I did. He was there, on the pay phone at the corner. Staring up at my window. Something about that. "Slave one, did you have an orgasm?" the man asked."Yes, Master," Cassandra heard her sister reply quietly."I didn't hear you, slave one." Yes, Master," Amanda said a little louder. Cassandra could hear the embarrassment in her tone."Did you have an orgasm, slave two?"Cassandra nodded her head and answered loudly, "Yes Master." Did I give either one of you slaves permission to cum?"A wintry chill trickled through Cassandra. She remembered now that they needed permission to cum. She was so. And gave him a look. He told he wanted to give it to his wife. I told him the address. He then asked me about my bra size. I was going crazy between my legs and asked him to guess. He told 34B. I said correct. He told me that my figure is perfect and anyone would die to fuck me. I was nodding my head all the time and didn’t respond much. He was describing my curves and how sexy are, and my hair, my butt, my lips, I was going so crazy listening to the things he was saying about me. He also.