And some did seem to mean it. For a while. But it never lasted. Hints, subtle at first, that either became moans, or requests. I don’t like my balls...being squeezed so hard. I want to be dressed in women’s clothes. Can I lick your feet? A frown appeared on her face. Whiny. That was what they were. But she had obliged, in most cases. They were paying her. But it still annoyed her, and when Lewis had said the same, that he only wanted to please, she thought not much of it. When he took his. UHH..UHH," and she couldn’t stifle a small moan. “Yes, Yes, Yes.” she whispered as I thrust harder into her, making her bump against the wall. I was beginning to spiral, she knew it. She was controlling it. I thrusted into her again.“Yes, more yes…. yes..” her sighs and moans were coming out fast. Her breathing was turning more shallow. “Oh yes.” Faster faster faster. She always did this to me. Never allowing me to take my time to make it last for her. I was under her control. I knew it. She. But they have nothing on the opposite sex. Baffling, irrational, oblivious, were all words that I use to describe most of them. Julian was no exception (I am female BTW). I first met him in one of the freshman comp classes that I TA (yes, I know, English is a dead-end major- so what?), and we got off to a great start.Well, actually, not at all. He was cute, nice face, good hair, a little bit of weight around the middle and muscle tone that indicated moderate exercise. It was a crush, alright,. Only positive s she s extremely fair and rich. Am not that fair and just an average girl.Am not sure why he married my sister(may be for money). They were newly married couple and so were guests. Till night nothing was there between me and that cheta. Just we exchanged looks and smile formally and in evening we were playing cards. I always use to win at my place and my sister was losing all money. To help her cheta came. Was brilliant and tricky.He was playing and winning games then onwards..