"I take the remote control in my hand and slowly work through the ten speeds. Watching Natalie and listening to her moans and groans as her body react... to several orgasms."That was amazing, thank you."I smile and whisper, "My pleasure, Natalie."I hold her in my arms until she recovers, then Natalie moves and reaches for the other Power Bullet. Slipping the bullet easily into my pussy, she whispers in my ear, "Just wait."Natalie takes the perfume bottle and dabs some behind my ears then places. She was relentless. She liked doing this. The power to to make him scream so wildly just by hitting that insignificant little testicle. At 40 she gave him a longer rest to recover his strength so he would fully appreciate the next lot. His body was shaking and contorted in spasms, He would calm down a bit and then, without Samantha doing anything, he would scream anew and fly into another muscle wrenching frenzy as more waves of agony throbbed from his testicle over his whole body. She regarded. But you knew what she wanted. With a few more strokes, you asked, “Can you spin around for me?” Of course, she complied, and as she knelt over your face, and continued pleasuring you, you started to play with her little snatch. It’s dark thatch of hair reminded you of when you had first started dating her, and when she was all new and pure. You whispered, quietly, “Can you bring your pussy down to my face? Just for a little bit . . .” You didn’t know if you would be able to give it back. “Still, if they would just be more patient, I mean I want to be a bad girl, a free spirit, but I need to get past the fear. I am so tired of being the church mouse, the ‘good little girl’. If they would just …” Sara glances out the window and something catches her eye.She can’t quite make it out but then it is suddenly in focus. It’s an eye. Someone across the courtyard is looking out their window through a small split in the drapes. She can just make out his eye and cheek. He appears to be.