Somewhere along the way, my wonderful butterfly discretely delivers, via an emissary a flight size bottle of nice Scotch whisky, fitting to her profes...ion and my attire I think. ‘Apparently Dutch courage works with Scottish liquor too!’ I think as I find myself standing behind her during the group photo, my hands gently playing with her body through the soft material of her dress. I can feel her smooth skin, the curve of her glorious buttocks, I trace the line of her G string as it delves. "I thought you wanted to get fucked? I ain't cummin from no half-assed hand job. I need some ass, and you ain't leavin here until I bust this nut." Here," he said, throwing the lube bottle at me. "Lube up my cock and your ass, and fucking take it until I'm done." Okay." I said meekly. I did as ordered. I lubed him up and then reached under my butt cheeks and lubed myself up. Then, he stood me up, turned me back around, and thrust his cock back inside me. I grabbed a hold of the rack over his. Then a smiling and kindly face, "Kids, I brought you some ice cream.I've got both your favorite Ben & Jerry flavors, Lisa: 'Al Frankenberry'and 'Michael S'Mores'. Oh my, what's going on here?"Lisa titters nervously, unsure of what's going on herself. "I think it'ssome kind of encounter therapy." Well have fun, you kids. You look lovely, Martin."Martin---trapped in a nightmare of acceptance---begins to sob.########################A striped cat strolls across a suburban backyard. We know it's not. Oh, her pussy was soaking wet, to be sure. She had been sitting astride her dream lover fucking hard, and loving it. But she was awake now, and the dream faded more and more as she gained morning consciousness. Still, she could not resist the urge to touch herself and lightly spread her moisture across her aching clit, but this was just teasing herself and she knew it. Sure, she loved to masturbate, and was quite good at it too. She could bring herself to multiple orgasms without much effort..