I'm yours. I'm your object, you, your pussy, your slut. I want you and this. He began to pant at his own words. Though the pressure on his balls was s...ightly intense, the situation and his admission aloud about it was enough to make his cock stiffen regardless. Without letting go Sam used the razor to begin shaving the little patches of hair on his cheeks. Brad endured as she went about cleaning off the skin of his butt of random hair, all the while holding his balls firmly in her hand. Yes,. After helping Sarah to the car and seeing them off, Danielle went back to her room. She sat on the edge of her sofa/bed and but her face in her hands. She began sobbing. What if Kyle and Sarah insisted she move out? What if Sarah was really hurt? What if all of the preparations she had made were nothing but a waste of time? ***It was nearly 11:00 by the time Kyle and Sarah returned from the hospital. Danielle had changed into a sweat pants and a tee shirt. She had washed off the makeup. For two weeks we hadgood sex and a good life, even though she would take calls that she wouldhang up, and go out to call back. I got a call at work from Frank Pushkin that he was coming over,and when the ex cop came in with a big envelope and a condescendingexpression, I didn't have to look inside, but I did. He sat down andput his feet up. "Fine lookin woman you had there, Mr. Peddiwell!" he smiled. "Toobad about the bucks." Frank was a sleazebag who got caught taking. Sara placed her hands on his head to make sure that he did not stop now… now that she was so close and eventually, she could feel herself reaching for the peak, reaching, reaching and then, she was there and wave after wave of pleasure went through her, causing her to cry out with sheer pleasure, moving her head from one side to another, holding on to every last morsel and then, it was over …. for the moment. That day was gone and another began. He left and they drifted out of contact. Years go.