The poor guy seemed really nervous, unsure of what his next move would be. I knew what it was that he wanted and I actually wanted to give it to him....I hadn’t been fucked in over two damn weeks and I needed him to fuck me! I began to flirt with him during our meal, always touching his arm or his hand, or brushing my leg against his. This seemed to lighten him up pretty quickly. Towards the end of dinner, I suggested that the two of us go find a place to make out. I whispered into his ear. She just wanted to retreat to somewhere else. She didn’t know where exactly but she wished her daddy was there. He’d know what to do. He always did. He’d come. He’d take her in his arms. He’d speak in that comforting manner of his. And he’d hold her closely to his body. She knew her daddy loved her. This was a whole new world for her and she knew she had to do it alone. She knew she’d have to do this all alone. “Hi Sandie” she heard. It was a guy. Initially she didn’t know who. His voice, it. She cried out her last plea… “Sir…” then gasped ashe held her pussy lips open. “Your mine, I possess you, your body listens to me now.Your mind is mine. Your lust is there because I want itthere. You will ache for my lust. You want to be used.You want me to focus all of my attention to your pussyand your passion. You want me to use your body in anyway I can. You want me to tell you when to come. Youwant me to make you come. You want me to give youpleasure. I own. Come on. Give me some kind of clue,” she pleaded.Jason simply laughed at her, and decided that it was great fun toying with her like this. He liked her pleading, and thought he had her just where he wanted her. And oh how he wanted her. She may be his best friend’s wife, but this was not their wedding night, and as far as he was concerned, she was fair game now.“Well, I wouldn’t use the word ‘worst’ to describe your friend,” he said, with a raised eyebrow. “I have to say that was one of the.