”I grip the headrest, angle myself to receive him, and he pounds me.It’s as if everything before was to prepare me for this ferocious assault on m... intimacy. He grunts and snarls, shouts and thrusts – oh God he thrusts.Soon he enters a smooth, rapid-fire rhythm and I know he’s going to come. I love this part: the physical pounding, the engulfing of another person’s sex, and the knowledge that I am the inspiration for such ecstasy. He grips me and thrusts harder, harder, harder…Then he’s gone.. “I think we may have to split up.” I panicked immediately, as I could not bear to be without her.“No, please honey,” I begged. “I will do anything you want to make you happy.”“Well,” she replied. “Your stepsister Emma told me about some people who help couples in our situation. A friend of hers was helped a little while ago, and now is very happy with her life.”This did not fill me with confidence. A few years ago, after Mom and Dad divorced, he married a large, full figured, rather scary woman. I moan louder. I have her hair in one hand and my breast in the other. Squeezing my breast and my nipple. She reaches into the drawer of my bedside table. She knows that’s where I keep my favourite dildo. It’s perfect, 6 and a half inches, proportionately thick, with a curve up. It has a suction cup at the base, which is great for play alone or with others. Crouched between my legs, holding my dildo at the base. She looks at me and slowly puts the full length of it in her mouth. Even more. If you haven’t read that earlier story you may want to read it before reading this one to learn who Paddy and George are and why I was in Tehran. Paddy had certain ways about what she would do and what she wouldn’t do. She might spend several nights in a row with me, or I might not see or hear from her for several days and then one night she would take a taxi to the Staff House and come up to my room to spend the night with me, sometimes after I was already asleep, so she would just get naked.