Rules…”“I lay my forehead on your chest, snuggling closer and whisper, ‘Thank you.’ before I give it a light kiss. I lay here and selfishly ...njoy the attention and warmth.” I closed my eyes feeling the first wave of guilt, but my fingers never stopped moving.“We lay there feeling our desire bubbling deep inside us, all the tiny gestures, the little changes in our breathing, the biting of lips and the heat. That scorching heat of our desire, of your inner muscles trembling, milking your juices,. I wasn't even taken aback when Ai asked me to talk to him dirty, as akept, scatterbrained bimbo really would."Tell me how much you want me, Baby," he would prompt me.The idea of me playing out such a role made me very hard. I didn'thesitate to play along with the fantasy."I wanna feel ya inside of me, Honey. I wanna feel your big cock insideof my wet pussy," I would respond. I noticed that when assuming thisrole, my grammar tended to take a back seat. It made the illusion thatmuch closer. . Sunday nights at 6:30 had become a routine over the last few months. They always began with studying and descended into drunken movie watching. But tonight there was no Madi. Four phone calls went unanswered. He simply sighed, picking up his cell phone and listening to Madi’s end ring ************ She heard the phone ringing. It was loud. It was somewhere nearby, but she couldn’t will herself to move. She was curled up in the corner, gripping her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks. The. All the while wholesome America ate their burgers and drank their cokes. Sub teens and their mothers were babbling all around us while my dad asked if I thought that Sally would like a good ass fuck. I told him I hadn't tried yet but she seemed to accept the concept, I mean she enjoyed watching her mother's asshole explored by my dick.Dad came up with a plan, he told me to call one of the men he had introduced me to when I was signing signature cards at the bank. Have him run a credit check on.