" Yeah. I just hope I didn't reach that point." I sure hope not. But you are doing better..." Yeah. Anyway, let's talk about something else." Sure. Fi...st, do you still have to leave on Sunday? There's a good pianist giving his recital that night. It would be fun to go with you if you were still here." Thanks, but yeah, unfortunately I need to get home for a thing, so I'll be out of here early on Sunday. But I'll see you in a couple of weeks, right? You're still coming out to New York?" For. My next treat was when Annie appeared in a Basque matching mine, excepthers was red with black trim and a red thong. Any further practice withmy movement voice and gestures was instantly forgotten and an exhaustingevening was had by all. I had noticed that since I had started wearingthe corset and tights or stockings in the evenings along with the heels,Annie had become much more open with me about what she was feeling andthinking. She was also starting to tell me what she wanted and how,. He shook his head. This was impossible!But his body was betraying him. Pleasure was pleasure, and whether he was thrusting, or being thrust into, the lust was the same. In fact, the combination of someone panting in his ear, one paw stroking his penis, the other roving over his body, combined with that gigantic cock massaging his prostrate, and the stimulation of all those hairs prickling his ass, every time the creature plunged in to the hilt, he was damn near sensory overloaded. it was his. " I studied her face. "Obviously, I haven't gotten through to you." "Well, just try to comprehend what's going on here. You are freaking out because you are fucking up the routine." I put my hand up. "You know what, screw this bullshit, and fuck you too, Miranda, I quit!!" I roared, flipping her off. I paraded myself towards the locker room. "Oh, shit, Miranda, I'm not walking like a lady. You better chase me down and chop off my head with that ax again," I wailed, waving my arms around and.