Still a bit unsure, I stopped but her fingers squeezed my hips and she yelped in protest, so I began again.She swallowed every last drop and then conc...ntrating on licking me to orgasm. I felt her lips closing over the nub of my clitoris, her teeth nibbled it gently as she insinuated a finger into my bottom.It was a new feeling to me and the orgasm hit me like an express train. I ground my cunt down onto her face, not caring about her comfort at all, the feelings washed over me, wave after wave. Then I put myself a blindfold, knelt onto the carpet and put my hands at my back, waiting for “My Master”…Door was opened smoothly and I heard some footsteps on the carpet. Soon a pair of fingers were shoved directly into my wet pussy lips. A very quite whisper hissed softly: “Well, well…the bitch is wet and ready…”A zipper spound indicated me he was getting naked in front of me. Soon his hands grabbed my hair and his thick cock head tried to enter my red lips. I breathed deeply and he made me. Always. I visited Mother and Nora in their past without leaving my present. The journey red-shifted or accelerated, but my consciousness never ventured from its here and now. The same would happen if I visited someone in the future, except the journey would blue-shift or decelerate, if my theory is correct." It could be as simple as superposition combined with the uncertainty principle, rather than an acceleration or a slowing-down process." I suppose. Colleen is waking up. I'd like to discuss. She looked at me and raised an arched eyebrow. "None of your damn'd business," she said, pouring more dark wine into her glass from the carafe."Your husband is sporting the biggest pair of horns in the whole Continental army," I said, watching her lick her lips and flare her nostrils."Indeed," said she. "That's just what I intended. I'm proud to hear it." But why?" I insisted."Because he is a bully and a drunk who has abused me and then ignored me, consorting with the lowest sort of woman." She.