Not the one for me.He was a big guy, rotund in the mid-section, a couple of inches over six feet. He always wore this black duster probably because he...thought it made him look like Neo from the Matrix. He always wore combat boots (which were usually the source of some of my hygiene complaints), and baggy cargo pants. It was like he was perpetually ready to go to war with the world, but you didn't have to know Miles to realize that he would have released his bowels and run screaming into the. I gave her right cheek a good smack that left a mark on her. I decided to give her arse a bit of a fiddle so I gathered up some of her juice on two fingers on my left hand and took aim at her arse hole. She didn't know what was coming and I quickly shoved those two fingers into her. She went right off as I slid those two fingers into her date. I reached around with my right hand and rubbed at her clit and after a few more strokes into her with my cock she was off the edge once again."Fuck,. That description really piqued Jacqui's interest for whilst the idea of actually being a slave was somewhat abhorrent, the concept of being a 'slave to sex' in her mind made the situation seem quite acceptable.The conversation ended when Jacqui asked Elizabeth if she could arrange an introduction to this fellow as she really wanted to find out more about the whole subject. Elizabeth wasn't fooled, she knew that Jacqui's interest was more than just academic and a couple of day later she sent a. . ya went out," Abigail told him. "I saw ya."Simon took a deep breath. "Yeah. We did. Once. We went to pub," he said wistfully. "And she was a right mouthy cow. And she wants to be married 'fore sex."Abigail took a bite of the cold pastry, and she looked over at him. "Spoilt with me, were you?"Simon grunted. "And what 'boot Alistair."Abigail blushed and grunted; Simon pressed her and she groaned. "He isn't super-stud," she told him and then recounted the tale of her barely touching him and him.