The idea of him being picked up by his date made himfeel a little self-conscious, but he knew that the chances of sexythings happening were far greate... in a car than walking. Helooked at his watch, and as there was still several minutes leftbefore Susan Hatton was due to meet him, he walked toward theapartment building, wondering what she looked like. He reachedthe apartment and, after quickly glancing at the furnishings,moved to the front window with its view of the street. His gazefollowed. A few days back, in the paper a man was attacked by a drunken woman, who thought she was going to have sex, then denied, she apparently set about him with her stiletto high heeled shoe.So many women are admitting to some form of high sex drive, apparently it's a mental disorder and you have to go into therapy.Of course they will find sexual abuse throughout their history, or if truth be told, exposed to sex in all its form.I experienced it at an early age, felt it, as males became bolder and. You'd gladly have my meat pole beat you and bruise your pretty face just so you could have a reminder of how a man's hard flesh feels to your delicate body filled with the sexual hunger of a fierce beast. She locked eyes with me and smiled wide, "Yes, sir, beat me with your cock, rub it all over me so I can enjoy the scent of you. Penetrate me and feed my slutty longing for cock, let me swallow your balls, oh fuck... fuck..." I was concerned for a moment at her loss of composure, until she. ..but she held off, knowing something better was to come. Using her own natural lube to ready the decorative post, she stepped onto the cedar chest with one foot and the bed with the other.The obstacle appeared ominous between her spread legs. It stared up at the quivering mother like a wooden god's phallus, stiff and intimidating. "You can do this, Steph. Take your time," she mouthed, as she slowly lowered herself down onto the waiting post. "Oh...thick," she gasped, as the unforgiving beam.