” She stammered, fighting back the urges in her body.“Come on, I always pick. Why don’t you decide?” He pressed again and she let out a deep b...eath in hopes of hiding what was going on.The man behind the counter looked her over politely. “You alright miss?”“F-Fine.” She managed with a forced smile. “H-how about so-some steak?”Eric nodded. “Oh yes, steak sounds lovely. What kind? Fillet? T-bone? Sirloin? Rib eye?” With each option, he changed the setting, watching as she shivered and struggled. “Oh!” Alex exclaimed, as I fed the toy back inside my frothing cunt. “I see what you mean. I saw your hole. Like the one in the end of my - “Alex was hard.Properly hard.Impressively hard.And he was actually masturbating in a way that I recognised, alternating between a fast blur and much slower strokes.“Alex,” I said, aiming for deliberately low brow. “You know when you do what you’re doing… after a while, does white stuff shoot out?”“How do you know about the white stuff? Is that normal?”“It. She lay there in anxiety forwhat he would do next. She did not have long to wait.Suddenly she felt a soft, moist liquid on her buttocks. ThenMark's hands gently massaged the liquid into her buttocks, downbetween her fleshy mounds and into her anus. She could tell fromthe smell that filled the room that he was rubbing her with babyoil. Her body fluttering inside and out with the touch of hishands. He withdrew his fingers and wiped his hands on a towel. She heard him reach to the night stand. Where she knew not, why she had even less inkling. All she was cognizant of is that she needed to be ready somehow. Having changed, she once more crossed to the bay window and opening it, looked out upon the tranquil setting. A very gentle breeze was inducing movement in the upper branches of the maples and again she was sure she could hear her name but imperceptibly whispered on the wind, though just the one time. She closed the window and walking to her bed, climbed in beneath the.