Marie was French born and a woman of exotic beauty. She was well spoken, very attractive, and full figured. The local men would gawk at her whenever...she came to town.Marie was a loving wife and attentive to his needs. She cooked, washed his clothes, sewed, and decorated their 2 story brick saltbox house. But the locals knew that her attentiveness to Horatio extended beyond the kitchen or the living room. They just knew by the way his eyes lit up when he boasted of her.On this summer day,. "I should right you up for surgery to get this cock and balls removed get you a pussy and see hust how much more of a whore you are then" he says as he continues to pound my tight now stretching asshole. He pops it out and tongues my gapping hole. He shoves and wiggles his tongue so far i felt he was trying to lick my soul. Then he flips me around bends me over the table again lifts my leg up and shoves his rock hard cock all the way in my ass. Choking me, spanking me, and whispering that this. She knew she had an audience and had just been cleared to put on a show. She got up from the dressing table and, totally naked, walked over to the window. For some time, she stood there, nearly facing on to the window - and of course her neighbor's camera - acting as if she might again be watching the television. Turning to face the window, she looked out, focused on an imaginary spot just below the camera and raised her hands to the curtain rod above. She was hiding nothing. I whistled low. " The leader, a very cute young woman named Lisa, asked, "What exactly do you mean by eroticism? Do you mean like 'Portnoy's complaint' or something?" "No, I wouldn't dare compare my work to Phillip Roth. I only wish! I write semi-autobiographical or at times truly factual accounts of situations that I have been involved in. My work is very graphic and I leave nothing out." "Unfortunately," Lisa said, "we have some high schoolers in attendance and I'm afraid that you won't be permitted to read.