Often, I concluded that I wasn't. I had never met a guy I was attracted to like that, but the idea of fucking a guy, or GETTING fucked by one was stil... fascinating...and stimulating. Back to Marcus and I.Marcus is a very personal guy; he leans in close when you speak, even if it's casual. He often places hands on you, claps you on the back, squeezes your shoulder, all that. Never noticed it until recently. He's also an arrogant ass much of the time. Pisses me off, but I never thought it'd play. Then it was oh Doug, I'm so lucky and this and that and that and this. Pillow talk, but real pleasing from a girl who never seen a dick before last weekend. Fell asleep finally, thank God, and I eased outa bed, put my robe on, went to make a cup of tea. There's only one place I can think straight.The bay window was there like always, and I stood and sipped slowly, let the day drain away. Hell, the way things were going it was gonna be a goddam Chinese fire drill just keeping up. Mebbe once. Mrs. St. Pierre," I stammered. Thatwas close! I almost called her "Mommy." Please, call me Susan. Don't be nervous . . . I don't bite." Okay Susan." It was nice seeing you again, Edward," said Susan amiably, even as shebegan to walk away again with the butler.I couldn't help but wonder, as she did, whether in a matter of hours, Iwould be suckling from those breasts.Henri must have read my mind, for as soon as she was out of earshot, hewhispered, "She's kept herself full of milk with the. She imagined an endless line of men coming through—fondling her, using her, leaving her tied there all day. She imagined him leaning against the row of stalls, watching…and once more she let out a groan of arousal. A few moments later he returned. He was carrying his overnight case in one hand and had her dress draped over his other arm. He hung her dress over one of the stall doors then set his case down at her feet and crouched to open it. He withdrew a long, white box with an.