Without wasting any further time! He started to lick me inside and out! He started by licking the sides of my pussy and then he just hovered his tongu... over the opening of my pussy!He wanted me to be more than wet before he would enter me! And he wanted to make me desperate for his dick! He kept licking it! Really slow and small at first! And then all the way in , deep inside later! He even pushed to fingers inside me! And kept fingering me really hard along with the licking! I orgasmed in no. ‘Mmmm.’ She arched, and shivered. “Please help me.” “Begging won’t do any good. Deprogramming the Bad Lover complex always involves torture,” said Sam, as he transferred his lips to the right nipple to repeat the wet and blow procedure. “A sweet torture, sustained over long periods, to ingrain the pattern of positive coital stimulus.” Sherry stretched under him, pushed against his weight. “You must do exactly as I say.” She began to struggle, and said, “I’ll try.” “You will!” demanded Sam,. Instead he says, "No, Marie. You’re not. Come on, tell me what happened. You know I’m not going anywhere.”He tries the stalls one after another. The last won’t open; Marie has locked herself inside. Like he has all the time in the world, Steve takes a seat on the floor leaning against the wall while facing the stall. Marie doesn't respond to him anymore; she probably hopes he will go away after a while?What a day, Steve thinks, and he’s just halfway through it. Steve expected it to be special. Persuading Carolyn wasn’t one of his greatest skills. She, when she wasn’t angrily opposed to anything he suggested, listened and made up her own mind.He and Carolyn agreed about few things, but they both thought that the mid-day meal on Sunday was ‘dinner.’ Carolyn served wonderful ones. Although he never objected to left-overs of her cooking, and although they were in church, going to and from, or preparing for it for hours before hand, Sunday dinner was always something fresh cooked. Dinner.