My ass is more than just a receptacle for your cock. It belongs to me. Me. A real person. A person with an identity and free will. A person with a des...iny to fulfill. A person who has all of a sudden had his fill of assholes who insist on asserting ownership rights on other people. A person who has just decided to boot your ass out."THE BOOK OF ASSESPart IIITaking PleasureIn the valley of the buttocks sits the crown jewel -- the rosebud, vulgarly known as the asshole. This is one of only two. So, you and Dante...you know?" Viv winked at Marie and whispered, "He's not little." They both broke out in laughter. Marie whispered back, "Good for you! Dante is a sweet guy, Viv. You want that I should invite you two over for Sunday dinner?" "Let's see how things go, Marie. It's a bit early. I can't believe I went to bed with him the same day I met him," Viv confided in Marie. "Pleeease! We aren't in the dark ages, Viv. Why wait?" Marie chuckled. Uri and Vlad While Marie and Viv were. We had met in the drama club at our University and became best friends almost immediately. She was an All-American girl: intelligent, friendly, serious, artistic yet practical, and of course beautiful. Amanda was very social yet never seemed to have the time or desire to find a boyfriend. That's why I felt it so strange when she began dating Marcus, a much older man. They met through friends and shared an interest in classical music and the ballet. He was involved in the arts and was very. Di was looking at it, probably for some time, and looked at me as I raised my head. She kept her sorry face and held her palm over my chin lovingly.Di – “My poor baby. I caused you this discomfort. If I would have been more careful, you could have used your right hand fully.”Me – “That’s alright. I can manage.”I continued to use my left hand uneasily. She then held my left hand and supported it with her hands as earlier. It was better and the occasional touch of her fingers excited me. But my.