Well, anal sex has it's good and bad. Analintercourse is unique, not as good as vaginal I'd heard, but I hadno vagina so she used what she found; a ho...e in the rear, my anus,my poor abused anus. It hurt. I howled and cried and complained.The usual response was "if you don't like it, leave!!"After my anal screwing she replaced the chastity, released me, toldme to dress in my maid's outfit and prepare dinner. We ate, hadsome wine, watched TV and prepared for bed. I wore the chastity asusual but. " I let my fingers search around. Her lips were large and puffy, the clit prominent and pink. She led me from spot to spot, holding my hand in place when I was touching her in a certain way. I let my fingers slip inside of her. She'd had two kids but still seemed tight around my two fingers. When I'd probbed enough for her liking she pulled my hand up to her clit, told me to now concentrate there. She leaned back as I put my effort into pleasing her. I worked around and over, my fingers. You said it was this or a cold shower.I think I got your underlying meaning.I told you how I enjoyed my quiet morning times, but often felt alone and often neglected.Though wasn't sure why that came out. It really no relevance to our conversation.Maybe I was fishing, wanting to put thoughts in your head.For two weeks we conversed in the early morning. Sometimes I would catch myself playing with my hair, other times playing with my robe.Did you know I was naked underneath? I could feel your. Ha! Imagine me being any kind of angel.Sometimes I imagine that's why I don't want to eat. Like if I getthinner and thinner, I'll become less attached to the earth, to itsgrossness, its meatiness, and instead I'll hover in-between, more likean angel, more ethereal and pure. Does that make any sense? There's aconnection here somewhere, not that I can make it any clearer. I suddenly remember the day-old cookie in my pocket that the old lady atthe Blue Cat gave me. I haven't had a thing to eat.