The woman needed a good orgasm. "Le Petit Mort." She needed an earth-shattering, mind-rending, so-good-I-can't-even-breathe orgasm. And I was just the...man that could give it to her!Two things I considered right off. First, Deborah had been "referred" to me by a very special client and friend. Referrals carry a lot of weight in my line of work and especially when they come from dear friends like Heidi. The second thing was that this woman was in desperate need.Now I'm not the type of guy that. I must have left some on his shaft. I get out hand him the agreed fare and strut down the path to the restaurant. We have a sumptuous dinner at the restaurant , no dessert , my husband has other ideas. As we walk across the viaduct bridge to the Wynyard Quarter my husband tells me to stop under the light as he comes behind me , raises my skirt and for two minutes drunkenly fucks me while people dining nearby watch his feeble effort. The next day is a hive of activity the cleaners come and spend. He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her long, stiff nipples. Acha laga chal le aur ahhh le le oohhhh Rekha moaned jor see ahhhh oh uhhh yes fuck me hard ohhh yes, baby do it do it to fuck me! Rahul knew she loved it Acha lag raha hai rand chal leh! He began fucking her with long, deep, thrusts, and Rekha whimpered and gasped, her mind spinning with lust and excitement. Faster and faster he went, hammering his thighs at her buttocks with loud slaps, each. Where do you draw yours?...or, perhaps, there's no need to answer that. After all, since you're the one in possession of the great Drawbook, you don't need to worry, now, do you?Of course not.Instead, you must be wondering, what should I know to get this to work properly?It's simple, really. This is a magical book, the origins of which lie in an ancient practice long forgotten. The remnants of this knowledge, however, has been kept alive among a secret assemblage of people. This Drawbook.