Love truly is amazing. After sharing our weekends, we again kiss and whisper of our love. Her hand drifts across my chest softly and slowly lower. Fin...ers slide across my crotch feeling my cock through my jeans. It starts growing with desire as her fingers trace its length, circling the head and rubbing along the ridge. My hand has slipped down her back and inside her jeans. First feeling her silky panties, then the crack of her ass. She has unbuttoned my zipper, fingers now teasing my pubic. I’d gotten back in the early afternoon, and started with a shower, treating it like a date night. Body polish, a shave, moisturizing lotions, the whole nine yards.After a light, later dinner, I slid on a smart little black dress: a cute number that complemented my body, making my slightly-small breasts look a little bigger and my waist a little smaller. Knee-length, with just enough flair to add a cute touch. A pair of black pumps finished the outfit. Somewhere on the casual side, but not too. ...taking too long. I needed to feed, I wasn't really interested in her life....was I? Noooo, she is nothing but meat. Nothing but response to pain, degradation, I wanted sweat, sounds, fluids. I wanted...needed to possess her body, her mind and yes..her soul. "I don't care" I told her She looked surprised, and a bit disappointed. The room was run down and dirty. An old ceiling fan was fixed to the ceiling. "Stand underneath the fan, don't say anything" I instructed her. She moved slowly as if. I still went swimming, but I cut down on it because Iwanted my arms to be toned, but soft, without too much definition. Mywaist didn't need much work, but I reduced my calorie intake and began aworkout regimen to give me the tiniest waist I could have without itbecoming too rigid.I made sure my chest didn't get too hard. I was thin, but not emaciated.I was quite trim above the waist, but fairly soft, particularly near bothnipples. My legs were trim from thigh to feet, and my butt was small,and,.