‘Shall we dine?’ he asked, ignoring the hammering of his heart and the throbbing of his cock. Sabrina nodded and allowed Marcus to lead her into t...e dining room. A light supper was set out on a small table set for two. ‘Thank you,’ she said as Marcus helped her to her seat. ‘Everything looks wonderful.’ Marcus smiled and served them both. ‘I have an amazing cook.’ ‘Indeed,’ Sabrina agreed, taking her first bite. Marcus was a lively dinner companion with an endless stash of stories. He. You made me realize I didn't have to stay in anabusive relationship, that I could have feelings for someone else ? andshe could have feelings for me." You could have feelings ? for someone you perceived to have abusedyou," she rebutted. "Isn't that what they call Masochism?" My perception was based on the values of the culture in which I live.Dianna, I don't want to sound facetious, but you are unlike any woman Ihave ever known before. Expressing my desire for you in a physicalsense, and. .. Well..." Chris laughed."You like that too, huh?" Mark nodded. "Go for it, man."It seems like that should be kind of gross maybe, I mean Chris wanting to lick my pussy clean after Mark had cum inside me, but it wasn't. It was seriously cool and we all thought so. Mark would have done it, I was sure, except he wouldn't have thought of it probably. It isn't the sort of thing that comes readily to mind for a boy like Mark, but Chris, he did like eating my pussy and Mark was his boyfriend anyway,. Soon those sounds would be coming quicker and quicker together. Low moans, soft gasps of pleasure. Clockwork. I wondered what event in life has her locked into this pattern of Saturday night self-pleasure. My mind had played through different scenarios, but I was sure none were right. So many years had passed since the last frantic days of high school. That mad scramble to get yearbooks signed by people you would never see again. I knew without looking that her name wasn’t in mine. I didn’t.