Wouldyou like to get together one night?"In my past life I would have pounced on it. Now, I could only smile andtell her that might be fun. Maybe we...could go clubbing and meet somecute guys, she said. On that distressing note I stubbed out my lastcigarette and wished her a good night.It was past midnight by the time I returned to my posh compartment. Iwas feeling very sorry for myself as I peeled off my stockings andstepped out of my skirt. How my life had changed! I'd just spent twohours. That room was even worse. As I drew near the bed I heard a woman sigh. I smelled the fragrance of roses. Incoherent whispers rose up, getting louder the closer I got to the bed. There was a giggle and then a scream. I gasped and dropped my bags. I heard an explosion, like a gunshot, and another scream. I ran for the door.Half-way across the sitting room I stopped. I had ten thousand dollars worth of camera equipment in those bags and I wasn't about to leave them. I retrieved the cameras and my. She’s still juicy, I can feel it and my fingers slide into her a little. “But I’m not sure I could handle twenty times a day,” I say as our lips come apart again from what I read, I don’t think men can manage to get it up that often well, we’ll just have to try it and see, won’t we? She says very quietly as she kisses me again. I move my fingers around in her, hunting for that same shape as we kiss. I’ve read that the third or fourth time it takes longer and longer for a guy to cum I say a lips. Tell me or I'll stop fucking you." I heard myself almost begging as I said, "Yes, yes, fuck me! Please, give it to me! I love black cock! I love it better than anyone, better than my husband. Fuck me, for God's sake, just fuck me! Give me that cock! Do it! Do it!!!" I saw him as he shoved his cock hard into me and I heard myself yelling at him not to stop.I sat there, stunned -- with myself, with the new me I'd seen on the tape. I did not recall saying those things. I did recall saying things.