“And now, I want you to BEG me for it,” she purred like a cat.“What???” he strained against the restraints, but it was no use.“Beg me for it... Beg me to suck you dry, to impale my pretty face on that deliciously hard big cock of yours and fill me up with your messy cockcream!” she whispered hoarsely into his ear as her thigh rubbed against his painfully hard erection.“Swallow my fuckstick down your greedy mouth and throat, gag on it until I fill your tummy with my thick cumload!” he. The subject of sex naturally had to come up in our conversation sooner or later. We spoke frankly about the various ways we had done it. The subject of favorite positions came up and we both expressed our preferences. We agreed that there were no bad times but Sally told me she gets her most intense orgasms when doing it doggie style. It seems I could hit her 'G-spot' better that way. I would reach around and strum her clit which would send her into orbit. I told her that missionary was my. It was becoming an all too familiar habit since her boyfriend had walked out on her. Lewis had left without any real reason. One day he was there and they were in love: the next he was gone. She begged him to stay, begged him to just talk it out, but it fell on deaf ears. Lewis refused to talk. So for weeks now Miranda would feel the pangs of missing him and clutch her chest in an attempt to hold it together, as if the gaping hole left by Lewis would swallow her whole. She had perfected the art. “We are to have a selection of pieces that meet specific criteria that we are ready to simply play when they say something like ‘Desiertos Ladeado, please.’ We need to prepare our instruments and start playing. And that includes solo pieces in addition to things we play together.”“Do we really need to do this, Jacob?” she asked. I’d seldom seen Cindy seem so uncertain.“Are you not wanting to do this, my Pied Piper?”“No, I do. I’m sorry. This seems like so much more pressure than we usually have.