I never knew a dildo could please you as much as a dick”“It’s not the dildo, Ramon! It’s the way you use it! You can’t give that to yourself...or someone if you don’t go for that and put yourself to do that job. One cannot get the sexual gratification if it doesn’t work for that”“I am very happy that I was the one who did that to you. I am really starting to think that do something different once in a while is not that bad”“I am glad that you realize that, but now it’s your turn to know how it is. You need to be more confident." I can hear a note of laughter in her voice, and it strikes hard after years of being bullied.Confident? She wants me to be confident? Fine, I can do that, I think. It’s just a kiss, nothing more. But I know it IS more than a kiss, and I know where this will go, if I don’t stop it right now. I should walk away, and not look back. I should run for the door, and lock myself in my room.Instead I step forward, closing the distance between me and my beautiful. After a couple months of this persistance, she sat at our table one night and asked what I wanted. I told her there were sites on-line that she could make alot of money posing naked. She could use an alias as to offer some protection. I gave her the site name so she could look and see that she’d fit in with the other gals there. A couple days later she asked if she could come over and talk further. The site requested that she submit a minimum three postings a month. Anyone ‘purchasing’. Andy knew I was over excited. My pussy was relaxed and sodden and we were making those viscous gummy fucky sounds together as he pounded in and out of me.Of course I frickin moaned and pleaded for the banging of my life:“You bastard....you selfish car orientated son of a bitch...use your prick ...under a real hood...no comparison is there....your boot or my booty...A no fuckin brainer.” Geez was I riling my man. Well I had been fuckin ignored for a car. “Oh Christ...fuck you...God...you.