I asked if she wanted to play a game, a sex game. She asked what it was, so I told her I got a strap-on and I wanted her to pretend I was someone else... She acted like she doesn’t know how to pretend someone else is fucking her, I told her she does it every time with her 7 in. dildo. She tried to lie and said she thinks of me, then she paused and said, ok sometimes you. She agreed to it. I did not tell her the size of the dildo, more fun not knowing.I told her to get naked and lie in the bed, I. We actually had what turned into a party (unplanned, it was meant to be about 7 friends) with loads of guys, and some girls, from college. we played the video and everyone cheered. my popularity skyrocketed. As i say, our college was pretty sexually unrestrained, and before i knew it there were people screwing in my apartment. Somehow word got round that all the guys were going to wank over the bitch’s picture. It hadn't been my idea, but I could see the ball was rolling and my plan had been. ”During the next five months, things went along as Tom predicted. Then the contract John had mentioned became a reality. It hadn’t been signed, but it looked like that would happen, once a few minor details were worked out. John decided to establish the new trade route, so he had Tom and me turn the Telemann route over to the four hoppers we had trained. Once we had refreshed their memory of the route, Sam and I began the survey and installation of the new route.The first problem surfaced, when. She was ready — ready to take them all…A yearning groan rumbles in my throat. The pressure is building inside me. I long to come. I want to feel the pleasure of release but I can't. Not yet. I need to write while I'm on the edge. It's when I'm most creative. With difficulty, I force myself to abandon play and, rolling over, snatch up my tatty notepad. I flick past scribbles, abandoned stories, and poems scattered among the pages of scrawled notes. Finding a blank page, I grab the pen and click.