‘Let’s get coffee,’ you whisper, then gently push me off of you, throwing my shirt at me while you bundle up in a sweater. We walk down the cobb...estone street, past the shopkeepers cranking up shutters, and the chestnut vendor calling out to us, steam already rising from his cart. At the shop, you sit opposite me and while away time with an intricate game of tapping your index finger over my palm. When the coffees arrive, you finally look up at me. Your eyes sparkle not with innocence but with. ’ ‘Probably not since he would recognize himself in most of them. A lot of my stories are based on his activities.’ ‘Really! I mean does he play around or do you just build stories around him and the people he comes in contact with?’ ‘He is definitely a flirt and tries to make a favorable impression on the women. Look over at them now. Do you see any changes in them since we started talking?’ I looked. They appeared to be sitting in the same position but they now appeared to be talking easier. “Hello, Deb.”“Paul?” She sounded hopeful.“Yes.”“Oh Paul! Please don’t hang up! Please come home. I’m so sorry.” She started sobbing as she plead.“Deb, stop,” I said firmly. “I’m going to come over to your house in about a half an hour. Will you be there?”“My house? You mean our home?” She said hopefully.“No, I mean your house. Will you be there?”“Yes,” her voice deflated.“I’ll see you then.” I disconnected the call.The first hard part was over. I called her and talked to her and didn’t freak. ." Mmmmmmm, like what?" He called me...he called me a dirty little slut, HIS dirty little slut. Said I'd been teasing him for weeks and that I was going to get what a dirty little slut deserved. He told me that he was going to ruin me for other men."She jerked my cock a bit faster as my fingertip found her ravaged clit once more. "His calloused fingers strayed under and started to pinch my nipples, twisting them hard till I cried out. He was so rough with me, honey. He ordered me to tell him.