I meandon't make this any more difficult for me than it already is. Saysomething? Please?" OK, said Mitch, "so you had an erection. And?" And," I said... " I think it was the clothes, the nature of how I wasdressed, or the feel of the material, or something, I'm not sure, thatcaused it..." And?" she said."And, it feels wrong. No, it felt great if you know what I mean, but italso felt wrong. I'm starting to think I'm a pervert again. I don'tunderstand what's going on, it kinda worries me."Mitch. Were he to invite her to his apartment for dinner, the refusal would neither come personally from her nor be courteous.And what did he want from this relationship? A mistress? Not really. She looked like she would be a delight in bed, and he would love to own that hair and run his hands through it every night. Were she his mistress, she would never even trim it. But he was more interested in listening to her, and he suspected that her innocence was part of her charm. That innocence was not a. Panting nervously, I asked if she would like to fuck them in front of me. She giggled and said “no … My pussy is reserved for only your cock”. Thinking for a moment, I said “would you let them fuck your tight little ass?” To my surprise, she replied “my fantasy is to have no less than 10 guys lined up, waiting for their turn to fuck my sweet little asshole … And every one of them would have to shoot their load in my bowels!” Before I knew it I was releasing another huge semen deposit — this. ’ It became our daily routine. I would go to her home, we had dinner, tried to put the puzzle together, and then had sex. Most nights I slept in her bed and we had sex again before going to work. We were a couple by then even though we had never talked about our relationship. I soon had most of my stuff in her flat and lived there. I went to my flat only to work on my assignment. Somehow in the intervening weeks Ana had become very pretty. Ana had deduced I was there as an investigator. She.