She knew she would have only one more day in Sunnydale. It was so boring in there. With no boning from Xander or Angel on the cards, she was happy to ...e going home at last. With that in her thoughts, she settled down under the covers with her flute.At first Michelle didn't answer the phone the first two times it rang. She was playing one of her favourite pieces on her flute and didn't want to stop. But when it rang the third time she decided that she had better answer it after all.Michelle knew. More air, more sex, more… love. This is all I need… Just don’t let it end.Of course my thoughts of control are an illusion, broken by the hot pulse of fluid starting to rushing from within me toward my shaft. Just before it erupts forth the Machine slams its collection vessel down upon me, and the soft interior begins pulling everything I have out of me. It feels amazing – not like vaginal walls, not like an asshole, not like a mouth, but somehow like all three at once.It truly is only one. She looked up into his eyes and his breath, fresh with a hint of clove, drifted down to her. Laura's breasts were compressed against his chest, her own breath irregular, her heart racing. She had never been this close to any man except Charlie. She felt their bodies compressed even more, a small gasp escaping her lips."Pardon," he said, but his slight smile told her he wasn't really sorry at all. "If I had known I would have the opportunity to not only meet you again, but to share such. Once her thirst had been quenched, she moved back to her bed and lay on it. She looked at the clock: there were still 22 hours to wait before being released. Only then could she be allowed to eat something and then to earn her first golden stud.Her forced curled position was causing aching in her arms and back. And of course her breasts were getting more and more painful. She was also bored to death. The TV set kept lurking at her. Curiosity made her switch it on and select the "Z-132 wooden.