I needed it inside me so much.“You are very beautiful woman,” he said. “I will paint you again, if you promise not to cry.”“You can paint me...as often as you want,” I said. “But, right now, you need to fuck me.” I pumped his penis with my hand, feeling it throb as it erected even further. “Will you do that?”In response he bent his head and kissed the side of my neck, and then his tongue flicked out and slid down my throat. An electric shock ran down my body all the way to my toes. I moaned and. My finders fee.”“Three weeks ago I could only fantasize about this. I wanted you to make my fantasies happen. I wanted to lose my sexual inhibitions. I asked you to teach me, to be my sexual mentor, and use me. Talk dirty to me. Make me your sex slave, I told you,” Mary tells me as we wait for Michael. “Does he really have a ten-inch erection?”Before I can answer Michael arrives right on time. With great aplomb, and without saying a word Mary flashes open her shirt and lets it drop to the. All of that macho man blather will go out the window when people hear that he was the one passed out on the floor and I was at least awake when he went down.I'll bet right now you have the wrong idea in your head, don't you. It just goes to show how if you word something the wrong way, it gives people completely different ideas about what is actually going on.Let me start at the beginning so I can make my story clearer.My name is Mona Matthews. It used to be Mona Fullerton but I got married. If. Well, I wasn’t timing, but it definitely felt like a record time—we just sat there in silence for ages, her breathing heavy, her skin flushed, her eyes staring wide and glassy at me.Finally, she broke the tension, with a confused look, and a question.“Wh ... what time is it?”Session 19: I gave it a full week before checking in with Lucy again. In that time, I can tell you ... I made good use of Marcie. I think she came over every day, and it was always the same—we’d get naked, I’d go down on.