Maybe that will help me later, Cassi thought, If I survive this. Maybe, if I can figure that much out, it will help. She sniffed as the touch moved to...her other cheek and moved down her body in the slow methodical way it had moved up.It was earthy, animal. Not good but not really bad either. She sniffed again. A drug. Something to intoxicate her. A little sweet, maybe a little sweaty? She breathed it deeply and finally identified it.Sex. The smell of some one nearby having sex. And yet, she. ? From below her, as she continued to laugh, there was no reaction and, not for the first time, she wondered what it must be like for him and how he could possibly bear up under the constant reminder of his inferiority – especially as that constancy was served up to him in what had once been the home they shared and in which he ruled as king. Not for the first time, she wondered how she herself would react if the life she had known had been stripped from her and given to him in the same way she. Throughout her ordeal the women never complained, in fact Ruth was convinced she went through a number of orgasm and at one time even begged for more. The man on screen was dressed throughout but Ruth could not mistake the very large bulge in his tight pants below his big fat gut, she could also not ignore her own feeling her breath had been laboured has she watched the story unfold, also her married pussy had started to leak and leak a lot. Ruth could feel her dampness and could also smell the. Still. The touch of your hands are like hot diamonds on my skin, piercing, penetrating.If I move or breathe it all disappears.On their own my hips start to move under your hand. Teasing, seeking, wanting more. The desire, wanting in my bottom, demanding, pleading, reaching out.I feel and hear it often. I rarely let it free, not knowing why. It is a deep need… warm, life, love. It expands in the moment.The familiar stirring begins, The dragon is waking. Before, I would quickly tame it. Now… I.