I was starting to lust for more and I couldn't seem to avoid it.I spent two weeks trying to wank it out of my system with no success. In the third wee... I met up with an ex-girlfriend. After a few drinks at the local pub, we ended up at my flat and into bed. I thought this might do the trick and clear my head... but, as I looked at this skinny young minx bucking wildly on my cock, I knew this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted something that I shouldn't be allowed to have, or allowed to even think. I watched her lean back in the seat and close her thickly lashed eyes as the nippled ridge of her breasts rose and fell excitedly to the conclusion to the Rondo from Chopin’s First Piano Concerto. The slight smile on her moist, succulent, half-open lips made my temples throb for a moment. So did her grip on my forearm. ‘That’s positively orgasmic,’ she muttered, opening the car door and stepping out when the piece had stopped. ‘I didn’t know you were a fan of classical,’ I said. Apparently,. She felt a shudder of revulsion every time she looked at her husband, and the memory of the bestial anal assault he had perpetrated on her seared her brain like a branding iron, giving no respite to her jumbled thoughts of revenge and hate. She had retreated into herself since that terrible evening, refusing to listen to his feeble explanations, her hurt and disgust feeding and strengthening the anger that was germinating inside her, a slow, seething anger that wouldn't be appeased quickly.. So, it must be someone rich. Ah, damnit Tanya! Think girl, think. Okay, what was the last thing that I remember from last night. Okay, Suzie… Who’s Suzi- oh, my roommate, that’s right. Okay, Suzi, she took me to…to a club….and we…damnit, I just don’t remember a fucking thing after that. Maybe if I just go back to sleep for a little bit, I’ll remember when I wake up.‘Okay, here we go. Count the sheep down.’‘10….’‘9….’‘8….’‘7….’‘1….’“Mmm.”….“MMMmm….oh god.”….“Oh- *gasp*.”‘Wha? What’s going on?’I.