But I'd hope you would still want to call me Arthur." Yes, S ... Arthur." Much better. Have you got anything on under that sweater or is that all you'...e wearing?"She opened it up to reveal a lightweight dress, something for the spring or summer, looking like it too had been worn for months straight."Hmmm. I don't think any of that would withstand a cycle in the washer. Probably fall apart. I don't suppose there's anyone you'd like me to call, is there? Some relative, maybe? Like a mother who. So, even under the spell of this powder, her body could still feel arousal. That could come in very handy. I slid backwards off of her head and stepped to the door."Hello? Enrico" "Yes, yes, it's me."I pulled the bolt and opened the door just enough for him to slide into the room. He was flushed with excitement. I relocked the door and turned, and his eyes fell for an instant to my turgid cock and the black ring at its base. "Sorry. I didn't have time to change." I said with a grin. "She's in. I waited. Night fell and I just felt drained. Eh, stuff happens, maybe she’d open her phone by the morning. I awoke to a morning where time had stopped on the Sarah front.Still no answer. Not one. The hours of the morning passed excruciatingly slow. I’m not one to wait around forever to deal with potential problems. I decided that she had seen the notification and had wanted to avoid a friendship-altering conversation. Yes or no? I needed to know. And so I sent Sarah a much longer message that. I need their sweet, sweet nectar. What is wrong with women who need less? What is wrong with me?I lift my shoulders off of Carl to allow me to drive my weight down on his cock. He’s smiling at me, knowing my need, happy to fill it. He tenses his hip, thrusting just slightly into me while I do most of the work, bouncing needily up and down on him. I’m slippery and wet, but as tight as I want to be, as my cunt muscles squeeze and knead Carl’s willing flesh. My clit presses down with each.