And I soon got what I wanted. Just a few more inches around and my fingers slipped between her legs from behind too. Her pussy was now fully blossomed...and slippery. One finger rubbing her clit, the opposite digit slipped into her folds. She put her other arm out for more support and pushed back against the invading middle finger, helping it find the right angle to ease into her body. So there I was, with my hard dick oozing onto her hip, my arms around her front and back, and the scent of sex. That’s the part that takes the most time.”“A coffee table wouldn’t take as long then?”“It shouldn’t, but things can come up. You can start turning a piece of wood for a leg or brace that looks perfectly fine, only to find out it has grub holes or voids in just the wrong place. Then you have to start that piece over again.”“I guess you make a lot of money off it after putting in that much work, huh?”He shrugged. “I honestly do it for myself as much as anything. I enjoy it. I sell a few pieces. What else would you need a computer for?’ he laughed. He also decided to start taking me to strip clubs almost every Friday night. Just to humor him, I went along with it. We went to the clubs, and I watched the beautiful dancers. I even browsed various porn sites, both the soft and hardcore varieties. I really did try. I had some lap dances. I attempted to jack off in my bedroom. I did all the usual things that used to get me excited. Nothing. Absolutely nothing worked. I couldn’t become. His cock stretched my walls and he was fucking me, not making love. He pushed my legs even farther back, causing my pussy to press forward even more. He pummeled me. I never knew what it felt like to be ravished until then. Harder and harder; deeper and deeper. He was a machine and I was in heaven.As my orgasm built, I pleaded to be fucked harder. I couldn't get enough of him. My hands were still above my head and my legs in a position more suitable for a contortionist, but my mind was.