Bertie will go to any extremes. She sets no limits." She fakes her depressions." No, Kenny, you're wrong about that. She fakes some of her withdrawals... or at least exaggerates them, but not her depression. That is all too real. Don't fall into the trap that Tommy has. He still believes it's all just a matter of her demonstrating her willful nature. I'm not even sure how much Bertie is still in control of the situation when she is pretending. It is an escalation on her part, but how much is. You are on your back, lucky for me, as access to your ever pleasing maleness is easy and all it will take is a shift of a bed sheet to obtain the prize I am aiming for. My touch is soft, almost feather like as I reach for you. You stir briefly and I pause, not wanting you to wake up and spoil the surprise I have waiting for you. A few minor adjustments on my part and I am situated perfectly. I lean down, lightly kiss the head of your cock, flick the tip with my tongue. Then, still with the. Stuck in a marriage, and trapped in sex you don't fully enjoy. I had a new found appreciation for myself. She taught me so much. Sexually and about life. I started to learn how the more you open up to sex, the more deviant you become. Being open to other girls led to being open to couples. Which led to threesomes. Which led to a whole house party. Which led to BDSM.The list really goes on and on. (CD's are my next fantasy). Randomly one night at 3 in the morning. The classic "you up" text comes. ‘After that I kept my distance. One night we were alone, and he had just come home from ‘having a drink’ with friends. We were sitting on the couch and he started to feel me up. I was tired and didn’t feel like dealing with him. I pulled away and he didn’t like that, he pulled me down and tried to force himself on me. I pushed away and tried to run for the door, but it was locked and I had trouble fumbling with the handle. He caught me before I could open the door and bolt, he caught me and.