”There was a five-minute delay for Christine’s response:To Ben: - “Bloody Gerd! I can’t stop imagining what I am missing out on, Ben! It’s g...ing to be a long, long wait for me until Christmas. What is a girl supposed to do? See enclosure. C.”The attached picture was a selfie of Christine. Sitting up leaning against the bedhead, she was in a dressing gown. Its cloth had fallen aside from Christine’s arching body, framing her enticing nakedness. Christine’s eyes were on the Pad in her. ”“Your feelings are bullshit lies.”I tried to turn again, but she held me in place as she squeezed her chest to my back and continued talking quietly into my ear.“You don’t love her. She is just an anchor for old, long gone feelings. They are an anchor holding you in place. I’m a sail ready to set you free.”Poetic.More tears on my back.My bare back.I went to bed nude.My back was warm.There was something warm and fuzzy tickling my lower back, just above my butt crack.“Kendi?”“What?”“Are you. It was the first time I`ve been masturbated since my wife died." Would you like Freda to do it again for you tomorrow, Peter?"Yes, very much." "Come round tomorrow and I`ll do it again, Peter. I liked doing it to you."The next day I returned, and with no hesitation we all stripped off and I presented my cock ton Freda for her to hold it, waiting for her to masturbate me but she didn`t, immediately."Freda wants you to masturbate her while she does it to you, Peter." Do you really want that. .. Next year ... Oh god here it comes ... AAAAHHHHHH...", and his orgasm took control of his senses as he started pumping the whore's mouth full of his cum. The auctioneer quickly announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen. I have a bid of $625,000 for Vixen's virgin cherry! Do I hear any higher? Going, going, gone!! Sold to Mr. xxxxx xxxxxxx for the sum of $625,000, a new Cherry Harvest record winning bid. (Reader, I think you will understand that I don't want to identify the winning bidder by name, so.