"She did this, presenting me with a finger liberally coated in her love juice."Now, lick your finger clean and tell me what you can taste." Ooh yes, S...r, I can taste my arousal and it makes me want you to fuck me. Please, Sir, please fuck this slut. Please fill me with your swollen shaft and send me into orbit." Somewhere more comfortable, I think, Ellen," and she almost dragged me to her bedroom, throwing herself into the middle of her large bed."I beg you, Sir, please don't make me wait." I. Before he’d gotten his balls and had gotten all fucked up.I threw the steaks on the grill and we were off.“First thing you gotta do is be patient. Don’t fuck with ‘em. I’m getting a coke – you want a beer, k**?”“No – I’ll have a – no. I’m fine.”“Hair of the dog, son. Sometimes it helps.”“Naw. I don’t want to – you know. Get drunk. Not tonight.”I looked at him.“Plus – you ain’t drinking. So – I don’t want to be either.”“Son – you don’t have to hold back, just because of me.”“Don’t I?” he asked,. What if I am not enough? What if he isn’t turned on by me? What if I am not able to satisfy him or him me? I “what if” the minutes away as I park and grab my bag and head towards the hotel. Was I ready to let someone know me intimately again? Let him see the “me” that I had hidden and pushed aside for so many years? Only one other man had ever seen me, been with me in the last twenty years and he let me down, betrayed my trust, rejected me. Was I ready to open myself up to someone else, even if. Since as her sponsor he didn't owe her that, Violet considered it a particular reminder of just what a catch her new lover was. He actually gave a damn about her pleasure, not just his own. How many sponsors were truly like that? She felt incredibly lucky, and showed it as she had mercy on him and forced the issue by squeezing so hard that his remaining seed was expelled abruptly, without any chance to slow it down."Ah, damn, that was fantastic!" Lucian exclaimed, as he lay back on the bed and.