He started telling me when I could and couldn’t do things, and the way he went about it, I thought it was because he was concerned about my safety, ...o I didn’t question it. He chose the cars I drove, the places we went, who we were with when we went out. He slowly weeded out my friends and replaced them with his, and he tried to weed out my family after he weeded out his from our lives. Things changed even more when I wouldn’t stay away from my family. He got a job out of state, and moved me. Our fingers are frenzied now, mine they rub my desperate clit and yours run fast to meet my orgasm as juices squirt from my depths and I cry out as you draw out all the pleasure you can find. “It’s a good start” I think as I recover and snuggle in closer to you. My hand rather predictably makes its way to your dribbling cock and I feel you gasp as my fingers grasp it and apply pressure. I love to feel your cock at it’s hardest, it’s smooth and already I am fantasising about the feel of. We started going out to more gathering, you could call them parties but they were mostly people standing around trying to impress each other. These were the people Marsha worked with.Whenever I told Marsha I didn't care to go she would get really angry and say, "All I ever wanted to do was sit in front of the computer and read that pornography." She would follow up with something like "you don't want a real woman, you want a fantasy one."I looked at her and said where did that come from? We've. He lapped at her juices until she calmed down.Then he closed his lips around her clit once more. Angela's legs hooked behind his head and she moved her hips trying to find the friction she needed but James was not in a hurry.He pushed his fingers in her pussy which was glistening by now. He moved them back and forth while he bit her engorged clit. She muffled her screams against the pillow but when he kept teasing her she started crying.James got up on his knees and he held her tightly as she.