In its own way, this was as good for her as the orgasms had been the night before, recharging and supercharging every cell in her body.Suddenly a shad...w fell across her as Terrell stepped close.Feeling as good as she did right now, Ursa was happy to see her lover of the previous evening. He'd been the best one she'd had so far, and those memories, along with the languid feeling of lying here now under this alien sun, left her about as happy as Ursa was able to be.She hoped he didn't have harsh. . i was very depressed ,, to which steve noticed and said come on your a good looking fella ya soon find someone else , some how he always knew what to say to me just at the right time to cheer me up.. At the time he was going out with a girl but a week after me becomeing single so did he ?? .. then one night he txt me asking me to call by straight away it was about 930 ish in the evening, so i rang him cause i didn"t wont to go out that late. we talked and he got me to pop over to his , i had. Add to that, she was tied, by her wrists and ankles, her arms stretched out towards the headboard. When she lifted her head, perhaps sensing that someone was in the room, I could see that she was blindfolded. She turned her head this way and that, almost sniffing the air like a wild deer. Then, add this: she was wearing a more or less traditional French Maid costume, minus the apron and the funny little lacy cap thing. So, what that means is that she was kneeling on the bed wearing a clingy. I would arrive, drop to my knees, suck to completion, swallow and leave...that was the typical weekday evening/afternoon. I always left aching for more, wanting to be fucked but knowing it was not my call.. and knew I would get the fucking I needed on the weekend.Several weeks into this arrangement I got a text on Friday morning - '...be at my place at 7pm, prepared to stay the weekend'. I had never spent the night, let alone more than one day. I was both a little scared and excited. The day.