I closed my eyes and lifted my knees and spread my legs giving him access to my dick and butt. After a few minutes he said to roll over, when I did he...massaged my butt cheeks a little. He used one hand to spread my cheeks and ran a finger down my crack. Wetting a finger he rubbed my butt hole. I moaned,and reached down and pulled my butt cheeks open for him.He said he loved my tight hole and wanted to lick it.I giggled and said okay. He gave me a little smack on the butt. He stood up and. After Wednesday, the society pages would have to deal with Mr. Emerly. As I prepared to leave the apartment Wednesday morning, there was a knock at my door. The postman was there to deliver a certified letter for which I had to sign. This was odd. It had been years since I had gotten a certified letter. I was puzzled and wondered about it as I walked back to my couch. A frown began to form on my face as I began reading … ‘the building has been purchased with the intent of remodeling as. Squealing like a rat. When Im up on stage I often wonder what all those people are thinking. Whats going through their minds as they watch this skinny anaemic-looking bitch with her Morticia hair/ paint-splattered Epiphone guitar and crimson lippy smudged halfway across her cheek/ chainsmoking ciggies and banging on about the New York Dolls/ Martian Belly-Dancers/ late periods or whatever else drifts into her head while the band struggle to tune up their instruments behind her and the. I would touch myself and think about some unknown man of the tall, dark, and handsome variety tying me to my bed and having his way with me as I pretended not to like it. And, in this most harrowing turn of events, it was this fantasy that my mind latched on to in an effort to keep me from going crazy. I was openly panting now, and I just allowed myself to feel what was happening. He was very skilled, and I knew that I was only a few moments away from cumming all over his hand. I could feel.