He turned on the hot water and waited for me to finish squirting his goo out of my butt. I joined him and soaped up his back and washed him down. He a...ternated between caressing my body like a lover and slapping me like he hated me. The whole experience from knowing I was to be taken to feeling his hands on me in the shower was the most exciting sex I think I’ve ever had.I loved it but I didn’t want to say so. Part of me wanted to swoon but only a tiny part. He was treating me roughly just like. The five second rule only works at your own house. I’ll get another fork. I see you’re alone. Would you mind if I sat with you?”“Sure. That would be nice. I’m just going to get some dessert.”“I’ll move over to your table.”The woman went and got some dessert. She filled her plate high with assorted cakes and cookies. She even filled a bowl with ice cream. Robert continued to eat his steak and veggies. He wasn’t really that hungry. He was hungry for her. She just didn’t know it yet.“My name is. It’s on my thighs, belly and pussy. There’s more of it in my hair, on my face, (especially around my mouth and cheeks,) my neck and tits, and it looks just like spunk. In fact if I didn’t know what it was, I’d assume that I’d been given a date rape drug and I simply didn’t remember any of it. As it happens I remember the way Mistress vigorously plowed me with the big double-ender until I was screaming, and then sprayed the paste where she wanted it, so I know I was willing enough, and I know. ’ Detective had taken his name, and had been remarkably friendly. Henry was wary. He saw himself back in Nam. Henry cursed. When would he make money? He searched for bricks to make certain the cab didn’t roll. He cursed the shit kicking garbage as he walked the perimeter protecting his ass from some crazed crank head coker or a frisky cop. He knew that when he changed the tire, he disturbed the universe. Henry didn’t do anything wrong. You can fuck up the universe just by standing in the right.