"How can you say that?"Giving Denise a superior look, Susan answered, "Because I've been there. I know exactly what is happening to you. I know what y...u are feeling." I don't believe it," Denise said despite the fact that she did believe it.Susan sighed and said, "One day you're going to realize that you can give him real pleasure and you'll discover that giving is pretty nice." That's something to look forward to," Denise said dismissively. She didn't believe that she'd ever want to give Dale. Turn it up, turn it down, whatever..play with it, add more cooling gel…cum for me baby. Once you are worn out and tired of using this butterfly toy, turn it off, put it down. Go drink some more wine for me. Finish your glass, pour some more in it, then put it down. When you are ready for more fun, continue reading. Baby, I loved that you asked (actually kinda begged) for me to get you this emperor toy. I want you to ride it, baby. I want you to fill your pussy up. Go over to the emperor. Grab. Muffling even the loudest of attempts to make noise. She couldn't open her lips.She panicked and struggled against the bonds until she sat there breathing heavily and crying in frustration.Then, something whispered in her ear. A voice. Soft. Give, it said, Give. There was no warmth with it, no feeling of a body beside it. Just the vague presence of a voice saying 'Give'. Which only served to panic her more.Something soft touched her calf. Her knee. Her thigh. She tried to kick but her legs. He watched as something one of her girlfriends said made her laugh, and his own lips twitched upward in a wry smile. Watch out for the smile, his father had told him long enough ago that the memory was fuzzy and indistinct. The smile – and the laugh – will hook you… or kill you. He understood that now. He understood that he loved her for everything she was, inside and out. And yet, he never completely understood her. He knew she would like that – if he told her. A woman should always be.