‘So, Rachel. Are you saying that you have had no sexual satisfaction for two years?’ ‘N… n… no Sir.’ ‘That’s not what you’re saying....�� ‘I… I… I… haven’t had sex with anyone else for two years, Sir.’ ‘Aha. But you have found satisfaction in other ways?’ ‘Yes Sir.’ The door opened behind me and Anya walked in, a smile of contentment still playing across her face. I pointed at the floor and she immediately knelt at my side. ‘Like…?’ I prompted Rachel, and she started to blush in response. Her eyes. I lean back in, for a third time. This time my hand is on your upper thigh.. I turn my wrist and the back of my hand grazes your cock. "Don't worry about names or labels. For now all that matters is that I want to please you. I don't want your name or your phone number. No strings. I just want this moment. But if I don't get to see you out of those clothes and in your sexy panties I'm just gonna burst!" I kiss you on the lips as you reach for your wallet to settle the bill.Before we know it we. .. shag ... bang ... and lots and scores more of hump and come-have-your-way-hither-with-me sex.As I come forth and turn up out of the water, I glimpse and catch sight of him bottomed and assed down there, sprawling and lolling on an elegant and baroque Chesterfield settee that has got downy and feathery and furry and squashy squabs and pads and headrests on it. Apart from having on tenebrous and swarthy glasses, he is gawping and goggling direct at me dumbly and mutely. What is it that he is. His breath came in raged gasps as he fought back the cold that was desperate to freeze the blood in his veins. His muscles locked in agonizing cramps and joints denied him, while the merciless elements grew fiercer. It seemed the world was desperate for his demise. This combined misery of his entire existence, and the hopelessness of despair wrapped bitterly around his mind in a vise-like grip. He silently wish for some release, be it by life or by death he prayed. He knew the impossibility of.