She is very pretty, but even her own mother dotes on me. It sounds like you have thought a lot about this. Please tell me more."What follows is two mo...e hours of slowly sipped drinks and fascinating philosophical discussion like nothing I've ever participated in before. It ranged over many topics, but I did not want to discuss my second issue with him until I felt I knew him much better. I could listen to his voice forever, and actually learn from his words, but around midnight, he asks about. In her place is a quivering puddle of nerve endings. There is no longer any difference between pleasure and pain. She cannot think, she cannot fear, she cannot want, she only feels. Each of her last two orgasms have been just as painful as the shocks that came after them, and the shocks barely elicit any response from her anymore. Her clit and rosebud are so sore from the constant barrage that the vibrators have lost their effect It had been nearly fifteen minutes since she has cum, the. I was completely silent - Ididn't want to spoil anything. After the second night together she wasgone. The clothes left for me were the most feminine ever, a flowingcotton dress, a garter belt and stockings. I put the stockings oncarefully. The shoes were flats which was OK with me. I was alone at the piano for many days. There were makeup lessons,another manicure, and a haircut from Becky. I wore dresses and stockings.The woman in my mirror was very pretty and very content. After a very long. "Oh, faster, go faster, I'm so close, omigod," she cried out as she began panting and jerking around as he went faster and faster.Then she began screaming like he was hurting her but I knew it wasn't that, of course, but she really went crazy. He seemed to just keep going, I guess he was used to it, and pretty soon he was groaning and pushing down hard into her cumming."Oh, babe, oh, feels so good, mmm, yeah," he groaned as he dropped down on her, kissing her over and over telling her how good.