You're not going to pay me. I'm not your plaything, Holland." Although her voice was soft, there seemed to be an implicit threat underlying her tone. ...er long dark hair fell over her face and brushed against his skin. "You need me, Holland. You need someone who is your equal ... That's why you don't date. You only hire tramps and sluts to satisfy your desires because you haven't met any woman who's as smart as you are..." Yes," he said again, pulling Miriam's body closer against him. "I need. His avatar was a nerdy looking white guy with the dorky black rimmed glasses, white shirt with a pocket protector, and black pants. Ansel was about as black as they came and wore blue jeans and tee shirts. He didn’t wear glasses. His name, which definitely sounded white, was a result of his father’s occupation as a photographer who admired the work of Ansel Adams.His friends had avatars that had no correlation to their real appearance. There was Sam who had a beefcake avatar of exaggerated. "That's fucking disgusting to put your cock in a shit hole" That was the end of our anal sex discussion... down and dusted in one short sentence.I've always wondered what it would be feel like to fuck her arse,now I know.. I`d love to do it again but I don't see that happening any time soon.. if ever.Even when I shot my load up her she hardly stopped screaming for more than a few seconds.... I sometimes wonder if she secretly liked it but just wouldn't let on? She pushed back on to me when I. ” Thirty minutes later, both people were relaxing in Phil’s bedroom, sharing a joint and watching “The Banged Sisters”. “This movie always makes me hot.” Wendy proclaimed, writhing her hips. “So, I noticed.” “You’re not exactly limp there, sir” she remarked pointing to his bulging shorts and falling into her submissive role. Despite Phil’s injury, he had always been able to enjoy sex. For him, it was mostly visual and mental, as his feeling in that region was gone. However, he could swear that.