Our last fuck of the day was a nice slow one that lasted forever. After all I had cum three times in her already. She moaned and she groaned, she purr...d and she cooed, then her breathing became irregular and she cried out as the biggest orgasm of her life raked through her.I gave Mrs. Blakely another enema, douche, and then I kissed her goodbye in her hot bubble bath. I let myself out but already had an appointment for the following week to shave her bushy mound into a heart shape.Mrs. Collins. I got up and went over to her. She stood up as well and i hugged her. I pulled her to me and without wasting time i put my lips on her rosy soft lips. Her eyes were close. We started with long french kiss with our lips tied together savoring each other’s mouths exploring each and every part of it. I slowly moved out of the kiss and started kissing her from her forehead, each part of her face, eyes, nose chin cheeks and her ears and the soft part under her earlobes where i spent a lot of time. After a few days of orientation and being introduced to staff, we left the workplace to do some private conversation that was not for the rank and file workers. We discussed details and goals, and terminated that chat to more personally reacquaint. We went from where we live to what we're doing. Eventually, she asked how I handle living a single life, with no regular sex partner (that's her condition, at the moment). I indicated my sex life was quite satisfying - with my bisexuality opening. It felt warm and a little spongy. She took a deep breath and squeezed again, with a bit more force. By the time she repeated this a third time, it no longer gave a flinch! She really used considerable force (maybe not quite as hard as she COULD, but certainly as hard as her confidence allowed), and still she barely made a dent in it!"How? I..."For a moment, she looked a little startled, and a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. The tiger was far gone, all of a sudden. Would she ever be.