Is it about me?’ she purred coming closer to me again. ‘No Sasha it’s not about you now if you excuse me I have things I need to do that don’... involve cheating bitches like yourself.’ I said pushing her back toward the door. ‘Ohh you can be involved with this bitch any time,’ she said trying to resisting me but failing against my strength. ‘Thanks but no Sasha. No really you need to leave my house now before I call security. How did you even get past the gate for that matter? They have. He also told me they were by no means pushy in any way and it was entirely up to you what you were at ease with, he said he'd known the group for a couple of years now and they were really good friends, Reading all this was sort of putting me at ease and I was really getting desperate to meet, about 6 weeks ago I was chatting with Joseph and he said are you ready to meet yet,I paused for a minute then sait I think I am, I said Joesph, you will help me with the nervousness, he replied, I promise. She was a very deep person who liked to think about the meaning of things, including life. She read books by Hugh Prather, Richard Bach, Carlos Castenada, and other great books along those lines. She was surprised when I told her I was currently plowing my way through the Casteneda novels and was reading the third one I think, "Tales of Power."We ate great seafood the entire weekend and licked, sucked, fucked, and had so many great orgasms that I wasn't sure how we'd ever top it. I was a young. Locking my door and pulling my lube from its hiding place, I dripped it on my fingers and applied it to my hole. Poured it on the purple plug and gently pressed it inside me.Once in place, I lay back, legs slightly raised, and switched on the remote to the lowest number. It sent a small shiver through me and an immediate smile to my lips. The sensations increased as I switched the number higher, by 8 I rolled over and was moaning audibly into my pillow with my ass humming in the air.I was.