By the fifth story, she was almost constantly shaking. After reading the sixth story, about a spanking, she had retrieved her vibe and teased herself ...ith it at her computer. A first for her. By the end of the eighth story, she was masturbating openly while reading, imagining being tied up and toyed with, like the character in the story.He was an excellent writer. He described things so well, especially the woman's fears and doubts. In the stories, his men were reassuring and firm, loving and. ”“I’ll be right back,” he said with a grin. “It’s gonna have to be a burrito bowl though. No burritos.”“Gross. I don’t want a salad.”“It’s the same thing without the tortilla.”“I want the tortilla.”“I’ll order a tortilla on the side then.”“I don’t see how that makes a difference.”“It might. Text me your order.”White cilantro rice, black beans, steak, corn salsa, sour cream, hot salsa, cheese, lettuce, and extra extra extra guac. Simple order if it wasn’t for the fact that it was going to be a. . it was too hard to tell. "I thought we were hanging out tonight s*s? Why are you getting all dressed up?" She smiled and looked over at me," I'm not going out silly.... I just want to feel pretty thats all. Beside, there is nothing dressy about a robe dear brother." Something was going on. She snagged a bottle of wine from the upstairs and opened it up. She poured each of us a glass and we started talking, listening to music. It was about an hour or two later when she asked me something. Everything was going like what we see in a porn movie where even I was not into senses to think what this all is going on.Started moving in and out in a steady pace where radhika came besides me smiling at me playing with my chest, hairs on my chest even my nipples she kept pinching hard sometimes that it would pain.I was slowly gaining momentum of fucking in and out in a nice rhythm where in a second she took me out of her vagina and asked me to fuck the first lady.She turned upside down and.