When finally he allowed me to slip it out I could hardly remain standing up I was shivering and panting so much. He opened the bed, laid me in it, and...covered me up. I thought he might be going to leave as he went over to turn the light off. But I heard him get something out of his trouser pocket and after a second I felt him pull the bedclothes back and he climbed in beside me. I still felt weak, but the warmth of his body near me and especially the heat of his cock which he laid on my thigh. James wasn't holding back now. He was fucking me like a man possessed. It wasn't loving or tender, this was exciting and brutal and, like a bitch in heat, I was in ecstasy.With a start, I realised the truth about myself. I wasn't Sophie the trophy wife of a high-ranking diplomat, playing the part of a well paid prostitute, I'd always been Sophie the high class whore, acting like a high society wife. Our hips moved in unison as he pounded into me, time and time again pushing me towards the. She asked don’t you like me? Listening to this question made me feel easy and answered “i like you very much”Then why sorry i like you at the first time we meet i fell for you then only i know you toolike me very much you stare at me every time and that day your ride you applied breaks just for my touching i like that very much listening to all these i raised my head and looked into her eyes i see happiness in her face she sat next to me and grabbed my hand and said “i am all yours now do. Six months ago I was a cock obsessed little slut. Now I belonged to her. I was her insatiable plaything. I glanced down at my cunt and at the red teeth imprints marking it and my clit. They still throbbed painfully, reminding me of how I’d screamed when she’d bitten me. And begged her not to stop. “You belong to me, now. Is that clear?” She’d told me and I’d simply nodded, tears smearing my makeup as she kissed me tenderly, her smile my entire world.No, I wasn’t a lesbian, but lately I.