What is freedom to die on the streets compared to the freedom of a life of love and service? Pain once scared me, but those bars are gone from my wind...ws thanks to her and the lessons she has taught me. Now I know there is pleasure and there is ecstasy, and somewhere, far beyond where I once thought it dwelt, there is pain.As I return to pleasing her she gently punctures the skin on my back with her sharpened nails. I moan deep in my throat, and the twitching of my cock reveals my nearness to. Or us, and that’s the truth. You just saw an attractive woman along the side of the road, and that’s all…. with a nice ass, nothing else.”“I see a lot more than that now, Sharon,” he said.“No, you don’t….” she insisted. “All you see is pussy and ass…. nothing else.”“Mighty fine pussy, though….” he said and grinned playfully.She had to smile…., “Thank You, for that,” she whispered softly.Her eyes fixed on the bulge of his worn blue jeans. His cock looked to be half-hard, the bulge of it along. That made my clitty spring to attention. Then he kissed the back of my neck as he started thrusting harder into me, which is really hot and makes me feel even sexier than I am. I reached down and had to take hold of my clit which was rock hard now and dripping precum. I wiped the precum and brought my fingers to my lips and tongue. Next, as Mike kissed my neck, his hand moved from my nipples to my hard clit and began to stroke me, a little roughly, but it still felt good to have a hand on it. Anyone here can direct you to my rooms.”After dinner, I offered to help clear the table and clean up, but my help was hardly needed. Thanks to the efficiency of the children, fifteen minutes after the last bite was taken, all that remained of the dinner and the trappings was the aroma. The table was wiped clean and shiny, the candelabras were back in place, the dishes were being sterilized in the two dishwashers, and the kitchen could have withstood a Marine DI’s inspection.Most of the crowd.