Finding the spot he sought, he slid his finger into her in one, fluid motion, producing a shout of pleasure from Sophie. ‘Ohmigod Daniel ohhhhhh my...god!’ She bucked sharply upwards, causing his finger to hit her g-spot, and rendering her incoherent. Pleasure overwhelmed her brain, all she could focus on was getting his finger to hit that spot again. When Daniel slipped a second finger inside her and simultaneously rolled her clit between his fingers, she exploded, crying out his name as she. Faced with an ever decreasing group of options he went upstairs to pack, the gentleman in him still nagged at him for standing Abi up. Now packed, he grabbed a pen and paper he wrote a note of apology tucked it into an envelope. Checked out and gave the address of the restaurant to the cab driver. The restaurant had barely opened there doors when David got there. Finding the owner was easy, the restaurant was one of those family run places. He explained that he had a date here at seven thirty. This is the the SCENARIO I ENVISION, knowing my husband, and what could be set up. Please enjoy as I am getting very wet writing this, and I haven’t even started it yet! VALENTINE’S DAY AFTERNOON, k**s Napping, Us Making Love: ‘Sweetheart, would you really want to see me with another man?’ Husband: ‘You want my totally honest answer or my mind’s answer?’ Me: ‘Your true feelings’. Husband: ‘I really would love to see you with an older man, black, white or green, I am not sure I would want him to. "I'm not into pee or scat--not me, man." Cyrus smiled. "I'm really getting turned on by this whole Master thing...but I can't let someone pee in my mouth...it's unsanitary. But no offense to you."?Hans sighed. It was difficult to keep one's temper. "You will kneel and I will void in your mouth, and then you will go to the supermarket. Kneel, immediately."?But, remarkably, it was much too much work. Cyrus Thibodeau had dressed, and so Hans had had to once again, grab him by the ear, throw him.