"Nothing goes better with a cup of coffee than a nice ciggy," she musedas she went to pass the cigarette to you."Erm, sorry but I can't smoke, I play ...ootball and it would affect myperformance."A flash of annoyance showed across Patricia's face. "Look Steven, this iswhat you signed up for, you have to experience my life and cigarettes area big part of my life. If you won't smoke then that's fine but thisexperiment is over. Maybe you should just go home, I'll phone Marytomorrow and tell her it. She is very particular about cocks though – always has been. She prefers wide rather than long. Some women, especially older ones – who’ve fucked around a lot, like Sherelle, rave on about long cocks – black ones in particular, but Sherelle reckons length is overrated. ‘Thick is what really does it for me!’ she told her friend Nancy on several occasions.‘I like long and black’ Nancy responded, ‘I once fucked a guy whose cock came nearly all the way to his knees!’ she said proudly.But impressive. But the idea that anyone looking out would have a front-row seat to this erotic play added to the wonder of my sensations.The fabric on the left side of my dress was released and since the dress was backless it was free to fall to the cinched waistband in spite of my bound arms behind my back. I felt the air on my breast and then I felt the warm oil on my shoulder. This was repeated on my right side. I was now topless in front of the window with my shoulders being gently and slowing rubbed. My fingers circled my throbbing clit, and I knew I could cum quickly, quietly, and maybe even doze off again before He finished His shower. The wetness coated my fingers, and my breath came faster as I neared the climax I so desperately needed and wanted. Suddenly, without warning, He appeared beside the bed, growling my name in displeasure, and His hand wrapped around my long hair, pulling my head back. I squeaked, trying not to pull away, wanting to keep my hair. "Just what in the hell do you.