Miranda smirked with contempt as he eyed her broad thighs and formidable mature stature. He humped again, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he rubbed ...he sheets on her cutting the air with that sweet cane."I shall now reduce you to tears for the first of many occasions, by the time my friend is ready to dispose of you, you will be reduced to a mere spiritless plaything; l intend to gain much enjoyment in ensuring you are completely broken, your will thrashed from you. You will cower at the. Other worlds, lands... Other lives. I travel in that kind of story. I invent, I create narratives too, many based on these virtual worlds created by other authors. Using and abusing the characters they invent.Anyway, I like the mixture of fiction with desire, this strange combination, as strange as I am. I feel out of this world, an outsider, but also I like tô feel advanced. At the time I was given the book I paid no attention, there were others who interested me, I ended up leaving it aside,. Then she stopped and paused for a moment. "Jim", she said, looking at me with her hazel eyes, "Will the sperm taste nice ... I mean, am I going to like it?" Honestly?" I replied, realising this was one of the questions she would hardly want to ask her boyfriend. "I'm not sure. Do you want to back out? Say now, because it's a bad thing to take a guy too far and leave him with a hard-on."She paused again, then nodded and resumed what she had started."Okay, Sam. And now with the other hand, start. His cock must be hard. He wants his Mom! In his dreams he’ll fuck me.” How utterly delicious! How incredibly erotic!Then it seemed that I had a hundred orgasms! I was some organic equivalent to a pistol set on automatic. I groaned and moaned and cried out and just went wild! Then I fell back. Don, innocent of the extra erotic stimulus to which I had responded, also fell back, sweat-drenched and exhausted from all the pounding he had given me. He simply uttered “Whew! Wow babe!” When I glanced.