" And do you think you are not helping, Marisa? Do you realize how much itmeans that he even lets you be there with him?" Oh, yes, but it's such slow ...rogress. I just want to sweep him up in myarms and tell him it's going to be okay! And I want my magic to come backso I can take this--this curse off him for good. There's still no sign ofthe pwer coming back, though. Do you have any idea at all when how longthat might take?" Alwyn handed me a dish to dry; she offered nothing inresponse to the. I have toadmit, he was darling. So innocent. Just look at those pouting lips."She brought up a picture from my Internet slut days. The air left mylungs. I thought I had destroyed those pictures years ago! "He evenbought a cheap navy blue suit, complete with a very short skirt, fromSears. I guess he was going after the business look, although hisclientele was not what one would call professional. He was such afucking fag, Marquis." Her shoe kicked my balls rather hard as shespoke. The Marquis. I sent the text anyways… Hey, baby. Just checking to see if everything is alright. I can’t wait to get home and finish what we started… I waited. And I waited some more. About thirty minutes later I received a text back from her. Hey…I’m not really feeling up to playing when you get home. I’m tired and just not horny…maybe later. I was pissed. Here I was expecting to her to be waiting to jump me as soon as I walked through the door, but no. She wasn’t in the mood anymore. I knew I could. ”“Finger your arse.”I pushed my finger deep in my cunt then rolled onto my knees and, reaching down between my thighs and lifting my arse, I pushed my finger into my backside. The bed dipped as she clambered aboard and she slapped my hand away. Hands on my waist she hefted me up and back so my face was down on the pillow and my arse high in the air. She entered me, no foreplay (I’d done that) and pushed her cock deep into my pussy, her hands on my hips. She stayed like that, motionless and.