I came out to dry myself off in our bedroom,and he hopped in. Once I was dry I didn't want to get dressed yet, and Isprawled on his bed, trying to thi...k of some way to provoke him. I rolledover on my stomach and started rooting around in the drawer in hisnightstand, and there was his little black book! This should provide someclues: he never mentioned a girlfriend, and I had my suspicions -- and theway he'd been telling me how good I was looking on stage, how long andstrong my legs were. SHE LIFTS MY LEGS AND TEASES MY HOLE AND MY ASS. THEN BACK TO MY CLIT. HER FINGERS WORKING ME OPEN, SLIDING THRU MY JUICY PUSSY.SHE BENDS DOWN TO LICK MY NUB, THEN SUCK ON MY LIPS. NO FINGERS OR HER TONGUE ENTERS MY HOLES, NOT YET. JUST KISSES AND RIMMING...SHE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY. I REMEMBER TELLING HER THAT SHE IS A GREAT LOVER AND THAT I WISH SHE COULD GIVE GUYS THIS LESSON.SHE TAKES HER RIGHT HAND, REACHES MY BREAST AND RUBS TO GET MY NIPPLE ROCK HARD AGAIN. WITH HER LEFT HAND, SHE'S. One of his soldiers came up behind her, seized her arms and held them behind her back. She suddenly felt hot and anxious as the captain groped her chest while his men watched, licking their lips like hungry wolves. She moaned a little at the rough touch. Stephan cried out, ‘stop!’ One of the soldiers hit him the butt of a musket, putting her husband back on the floor when he tried to get up. They grabbed him and held him on his knees. ‘Want us to take him away, Captain Rowan?’ one asked. ‘No,’. In three, two, one...” I announced to her.I had completed the finishing touches on turning my entire family ... and household, my inner circle, into absolute nymphomaniacs. Even Daryl, aka Argos, was now “hypersexual,” a term that society liked to throw around with the assumption that it was an unhealthy condition. But why, why was it considered unhealthy?Oh, yes, that was because society wanted to control and contain human sexuality, viewing it as a dangerous fire to be quenched before it.