Do you when you cook -- or bake a cake -- want to eat it right away - or do you want to savor in the creation of what you just made -- smell it - look...at it - take it all in -- yes eventually consume it - for that is it's purpose -- just as you as my living art -- I would want to consume you - fulfill you - Take you.The patience of the rope hopefully had done it's trick on you - making you understand your vulnerability - and also knowing - that you have given me your body to manipulate -- The. You look back as I pull my tongue out of your ass and with the 2 fingers I had in your pussy,I now take and make small circular motions on your tight butt. Your ass is reluctant to let 1 finger in but,I slowly work my way in. Your ass grips my finger like a vice which makes my cock strain against my pants. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a good hard ass fucking isn’t it?” I ask as I hear your moans as I slide another finger deep inside. By this time,My cock is threating to break out on his. For now. ‘You realize you will have to leave tonight.’ Good, he thought. It worked. ‘I know.’ ‘Go see the doctor,’ Jennifer said, kindly. ‘Let him know you are still having trouble with that night.’ Alan looked at her, and nodded. He knew where he went wrong with her, and regretted it. He nodded at her assessment of him just to please her. Yes, he knew where he went wrong. He would have to work on it to get it right the next time. ‘Just wait, you little slut,’ Alan said to himself. ‘You will be. By the time it was over we all had tears in our eyes. “Oh. Ahh-heh… That was pretty crazy though.” Belinda said. “Yeah.” Marcela replied. “Yeah, it was.” I was laying there with a tremendous sense of relief as the sun beamed down. My peace was interrupted by Belinda saying “Ooh, Johnny! Can you go get the baby oil?” Sometimes Belinda would put baby oil on. It always drove me completely nuts. “Sure.” I said as I stood up. “Need anything else?” “Can you bring us some whiskey and cokes?”.