I want to lick her, to taste the sweet honey.’ ‘I’m sure you do. Next time, Enrique. Next time. For now, Constance, come here.’ ‘No,’ she ...obbed into the rug. ‘Come here, sweet sister.’ ‘What about me?’ Enrique moved suddenly, and Constance heard a popping, ticking sound as of small items bouncing. ‘What about this?’ She didn’t want to look but opened one eye, and saw that he’d torn the fly of his trousers open rather than unbutton them in his haste. The rigid spear of flesh, thicker than. Something smooth round, more than one, everything was blurred then something stretching her filling her and the crotch strap secured and tightened, She was so vulnerable, she knew what she had to do and as soon as she was able she started the painful and awkward journey to Asonovitch's bedroom, along interminable corridors climbing stairs, with the ever present danger of falling on her face she finally made it and collapsed on the mat at the foot of the bed.Asonovitch found her, her bladder. " Was it because he was like that you developed a taste for women?" What an odd question. Do you like women because of some man in your life, Betty? Were you traumatised?" Of course not," said Betty who was shocked by the notion. "I've always liked women. I like boys as well, so it's no big deal." It's the same with me," said Lakeisha. "Although if fewer men were bastards I'd probably not bother so much with women. They've let me down so often." Me too," said Betty in automatic agreement,. I chose the username Oblivionthree for a reason; mostly because I think it sounds kind of cool. So some of you may not believe I am who I am claiming to be, but oh well. Either believe or don't.Secondly I just wanted to come on here and say that yes, Captius is an asshole. But it is not entirely his fault. If you want to blame someone for him stopping what he was doing on here then you must blame me. I was pushing him to create something for publication and once that started he found he no.