“Men on Cassandra aren’t like the men of Earth. They aren’t interested in sex and don’t have any stamina. Two seconds and it is over,” Sally...said shaking her head.“You’re kidding. It can’t be that bad,” Sally said. She knew that a lot of women joked that men didn’t last two minutes.“I’m serious. A woman is really lucky if a man lasts more than two seconds,” Sally said. Premature ejaculation was the curse of all Cassandra men, much to the frustration of all Cassandra women.From the tone of. You started pumping away but i found the strength to fight again once more as You let go ever so slightly on my hands. i got out of bed and started to try and leave the room only to feel You pull me back by my hair. You then pushed me to the floor and were holding me down and grabbed the top sheet off my bed and tied my arms behind my back. i thought i would die now because how could i handle fighting You off this way. i still managed when You thought i could move no more to crawl to the. Myra knelt on the floor next to Allison resting her head against Allison's thigh.Come to find out, Myra and my new friend Walter (who had been one of the two 'safe' names given to me by Mrs. Henderson), had a great deal in common, both were mental health professionals, Walter being one of the head child psychologists for a large local school system. They became instant bosom buddies and talked shop for a great deal of the night. They were lost in conversation when Walter's wife, Nellie,. The panting of his breathing gave away his rising feelings of lust and sexual excitement. His hands explored, touching me in ever more private places, one hand came up to unfasten the front of my shirt. ‘Let’s have a feel of those tits!’ he grunted in a quiet whisper. I objected as he found what he was looking for, his touch making me jump and rear back toward him, unfortunately pushing my bottom back into his groin. ‘Good girl!’ he said, ‘Keep doing that!’ When I refused his other hand came.