..but....Fingers don't count, I told myself, especially girl fingers feeling a littleClintonesque making such a distinction. My brain skipped a groove...ondering just for a split second what the future president of the UnitedStates was doing right now. Did they have interns in the Arkansasgovernor's offices?"Would you have laid back and spread your legs for him, had he been niceabout it?" Pam asked, breathing almost in my ear, her soft body suddenlypressed against mine, her fingers working. "More?" I gasped. I wasn't sure if it was a question, or an answer, I didn't think I could take any more pleasure without passing out. Marc pressed down to the hilt in me again, and I gasped "MORE!!!!!" and this time it was my demand. He pressed harder against my clit and deeper into me. "More, like this?" he groaned. "Yessssssss" I said. He withdrew just a bit then Marc slipped deeply into me and said "more?" I responded "ANYTHING, just more" I gasped. "Anything?" he said. "Anything" I. .. have to do as I'm told" my voice shook as I said it.He could have taken it for nerves or extreme arousal, in fact it was - as usual - both, wrapped up in a big speedball of adrenaline. "Good girl" he said, quietly, and smiling. "Just out of interest, then.... women?" "Oh yes" More than one man at a time" "Given the chance. Men are so shy with each other" "Bit of sub-dom" "Tonight, yes" "Anal?" "Yummy" "Toys?" I have an impressive collection" Cyber sex?" "All the time" "Public?" Um... I. Or losing the rhythm too many times and turning her into a frustrated, overly sensitized woman who can't go over the edge. Yep, check the box, I have done all of that. At times I have been the worst pussy eater known to woman. And those failures have made me much, much better at the job. Perhaps one technique to experiment with is the "Butterfly." In this, you eat her pussy and use the index and middle finger to tap her g-spot. The ring finger has no job, so you keep it curled in. Use the tip.