" She's gone," Gleyre assured me. "She comes and goes in men's imaginations. I can tell you though that there's one additional way you may relieve...yourself of this compulsion. A little. By doing what all spectators of narrative paintings do. By imagining yourself into the scene as its chief character. By exercising your sympathies, for once. Imagine yourself this innocent maiden piping into a dark wilderness to see what she may call out of it. Or imagine yourself to be Circe. I heard him drop his glass in the floor, shattering it. Both his hands tugged at my dress as he laid me back on the mattress. Our lips parted only for a moment as my dress was tugged over my head. My heart raced at a speed I didn't think was possible. His lips moved to my neck, hands on my breasts. I moaned out in delight, attempting to unbutton his shirt and rip it off of him. The lioness inside of me was alive and hungry for the lust he stirred inside of my soul. My hands caressed the. Use me, Bret. I’m your little whore.” I saw her bikini bottoms on the bed and stuffed them in her mouth. I pounded her pussy even harder. She rubbed her clit as I thrust in and out until she squirted all over my cock.“Cum Sarah, cum all over my cock.” I could see our juices all over my cock as I thrust my cock back into her tight hole. She moaned into her bikini with pleasure, I pulled out and took my cock and slapped her pussy to tease her before sticking it back in until I finally. " I'm sick of chasing. If this doesn't work, that "date rape" pill comes to mind. I could never do that though." Not even as a last resort?" No, damn it, not even as a last resort."At 7:15 that night, the couples were having cocktails at Jan's. Martinis for the girls, Scotch for the guys. Sandy wore her silk jacket and included the camisole underneath. She kept it buttoned to its top. Jan was underdressed, if anything, with a white linen jacket over a loose-fitting blue cashmere sweater with.