Instead, I would sit at my breakfast bar in my dressing gown and listen to her apartment door closing, the familiar rat-a-tat of her heels on the tile... as she passed by my door. Only when I had heard her car engine start would I get my coat and leave for work.By the time I stumbled upon Channel-X, Caitlin no longer plagued my thoughts. Let's get this straight. Channel-X is not some late-night cable porn service. It's the name I gave to my very own peep into Caitlin's world.I discovered the. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, gawd I want you inside me, I need it so bad, pleeeease.” Finally, you feel the unmistakable hot velvety feel of a cock head make contact with your pussy, causing you to moan. “Oh Gawd.” The anticipation is almost too much, having it so close. He rubs it up and down your slit, covering it in your moisture, driving you insane. Your mouth is spouting a string of profanities that would make a sailor blush as you beg, order, plead, and moan about what you want. You’re barely. Becky gasped at the sudden harshness of his actions.He began rubbing her mound just above her clit. He gently caressed her abdomen and trailed his fingertips down her thighs and around her dampening slit, being careful not to touch her where she wanted touched the most.“So you think you want to be my whore, do you? You think you can be a proper whore and do what it takes to please me?” he asked.He wasn’t expecting any real answer from her, he was really just wanting to get her passions fired up. I had decided to spend the day and tonight with James and Elaine before continuing on my way to Fortwo. I was helping James with chores after assigning Randy, Arn, and Todd things to do that would help James and Elaine. As we worked, James asked questions about my seven slaves and Martha. I told him my history with them. He was a little surprised that they were related. He suggested that we have a fuck party tonight in the barn. I told that was okay as long as no one suffered any permanent.