I obeyed.“Now take off the dress.” I unzipped the dress, and slipped out of it, turning my back, and pushingout my bum as I did so.“Mm, yeah!”...He breathed, “Nice and FAT! Now take off the bra and panties.” I did as I was told. Once I was down to my stockings, suspenders and high-heels, he reached out to grab me by the hips, and pull me towards him, so my butt was inches from his face. I could feel his hot breath on it, and his strong fingers digging into the flesh, as he crooned “So soft - so. Tata. Foton. Mahindra. Please, let it be a trash can with panel gaps the width of Letterman’s front teeth. Some overpowered piece of shit that wouldn’t pass an emissions test if it were painted gold and Donald Trump himself filled out the score card. Something that came with a magnet on a piece of string, to catch all the bits that fell off between the factory and the showroom. Something listed in the dictionary as a synonym for ‘rust’. Please... “It’s for Asten, Martin.”I breathed a sigh of. Nalilibugan ako sa iyo (You're making me horny!)" Elena twisted her hands into Enri's long black hair. "Tonight, Enri," she said. "your cunt arse and tits are anybody's. Do you understand? Whoever wants your kiki (cunt) can have it, and will do whatever they please with it. You understand? Is that clear enough, Enri?"Rizalina squeezed onto the sofa, and my future wife seemed to be totally in a daze, not realizing that Rizalina had put her hand high up on her thigh. I watched her inching it. Try as I may, I could not discern their purpose. No day passed where I did not see her face within my mind, resulting in an urgent need to masturbate with thoughts of her filling my consciousness.And so I became acquainted with the theories of Freud. Perhaps the Austrian might have some insights for one such as me. Some answers to my questions; why now? I had tried to forget her for so long, so why was I consumed — tormented — with thoughts of her after nearly four hundred years?Inveigling my.