We can fuck later. You haven't had sex all week, I want this first time to last more than 30 seconds," she grinned.He leaned down and kissed her, "Yes...m'love, so do I." He then resumed making love to her at a slow, gentle pace. The anticipation of their union was sending an almost continuous orgasm through Ang's body but she knew that she would soon explode in a massive orgasm. "Mmm ... baby, maybe you'd better stop. I'm getting so close to cumming and I don't want to lose control." Do it. Lose. He laughed at me and told me Iwas a good whore. When he was done eating and he was satisfied that I had enoughhe told me to get down off the counter and clean up the dishes. He showedme how to scrape the food off and rinse them and put them into a machine.He sat back and watched me work with the spoon sticking out of my holeand the food all over my face. He showed me how to wipe down the countersand to put all the food away and he pulled at my nipples from behind meand told me to keep working.. Check. Another one on the bottom, too. Check. Looking good and feeling good. Check and check.She walked up Newbury Street. The air on this bright, clear spring morning was a bit chilly, but invigorating. She stopped at the French bakery. A cup of French roast in a real cup and saucer. Half a ham and cheese croissant. She poked at her book -- The Paris Wife -- while she mostly peered out the window and occupied herself with memories of her twenties. At some point she felt the eyes of a man on. The ritual called for them both to orgasm simultaneously and by the sounds and actions coming from Caroline she was close too. The website had referred to this as 'auto-erotic asphyxia', denying oxygen to the brain during the sex act. It was supposed to heighten sexual pleasure and Doug noted in an almost detached way that Caroline was indeed thrashing with renewed vigour. Whether this was due to increased pleasure or terror that she could not breathe, he would find out shortly as still.