..)So I'm about to fly up and greet her when I see the boy. Ah! (It was always my pleasure to watch her work. As complicated and beautiful as a spider...in a web. And as heartless.)Things you don't know about my kind, part three: It's always about that we can fly with you! You never ask about immortality or the feeding or the history. It's always, 'What's it like to fly?' You are funny. If you really want to know what it's like, buy a motorbike, rev it up to a hundred miles an hour and drive it. Trying not to make a sound. Her tongue flicked at it, like a tiny lightning strike. I bit my lip and whimpered. “Ok, you can be quiet if you want…”She undid the lock on my cuffs and took them off, rubbing my wrists after wards. Her hands were on my tiny shoulders, firmly and gently turning me around. I looked up at her face, staring at her lips.…kiss her…She pushed me against the crossbar and lowered one cuff. She took her time. Leaning into me, smelling her perfume, body on mine, I was. So we exchanged phone numbers and started having phone sex. The first time I heard her sexy southern accent I got so hard that my cock looked more like it was 10" long instead of 9". As I describe what her sexy voice was doing to my cock and how deeply I was fucking her with it, she started coming so hard that she had to put down the phone until her orgasm subsided. When she picked the phone back up she said that she needed to meet me for real. Several phone calls and intense orgasms later. “You are wet now, babe… your boyfriend does not fuck you properly…”I was keeping my mouth shut; but accepting his daring assault in my cunt. “I am sure you have also a nice tight virgin asshole…”I then got scared. Victor used to fuck me in the ass; but my intention was not to allow a perfect stranger sodomizing me in the middle of a crowd, while my boyfriend was unaware and holding my hand…I sensed a melting heat coming up from my horny cunt and then I realized I was coming on his fingers. My.