" I whispered and I don't think he even heard me; he was kissing my nipples then my navel and worked his way down. From all the stories I have heard, ...nd trust me, in the dressing rooms of some of these fashion shows these models can be quite graphic, I was expecting electricity. I felt something, mostly uncomfortable. No sparks or fireworks. I think now these women were just exaggerating or putting me on. He licked me and it felt, okay.I know he had a reputation of being with lots of women,. She was a picture of a woman in heat and as I lowered myself onto her, she sighed, a long deep sigh of pleasure,"Yes darling," she said it softly and began moving in time to my thrusts as if we'd been lovers for years instead of just a few hours.Every forward thrust of mine was met with one of hers, I actually felt the softness of her cunt walls squeezing me. I tasted the sweetness of her saliva as we kissed, something that I would have balked at not too long ago. I looked into her eyes and saw. .. I dunno. My friends used to be closer. I like it though, the quiet." I guess it's okay," I admitted."Feeling homesick?" Luke asked."A little," I admitted. "I guess I'm just used to it--when there's always something going on, you know?" So you miss your friends?" Them too," I said, nodding. "And my grandma. It's kinda weird. She used to drive me crazy. And after my mom died and I had to move in with her, I didn't think that I could ever think of it as home. But I sort of got comfortable. Somehow this woman, this bitch, had bored down into his soul and tapped a vein of submission that he had never known existed. It was the eptiome of all of the little failures and inadequacies that he had endured ever since moving to the city. On the farm he had always known what to do. He had been a big man to his wife there, but, when they had moved to the city because he was unable to find work in the country, he had felt more and more like a fish out of water. Everything, every day, made.