As his giant hand cupped her mound, she could not resist the guttural groan gargling from her throat. Her eyes slipped shut. “Fuck yes, I need this.....” she whimpered. “Finger me, Josh. Fuck me. I need to cum so badly!” At once, his arms released her, his touch deserting her. As she whipped around, about to protest, he grasped her by the hair. The stinging pain from her scalp fired directly to her aching sex. She collapsed to her knees with a whine, her body subconsciously submitting. Looking up. We’ve been doing this for the last year. We both get really excited to have our Skype dates. It really keeps us connected sexually in some kind of a way. She also makes me videos of her masturbating and emails them to me. We both do a lot of sexting when I'm on the road. Darla informed me that on our next Skype date, she and Sasha will be making love. I'm the lucky bastard who will get to watch. I'm pretty excited to see them together. My wife has always had a female lover. I encourage her to. Her chances of survival from this encounter were probably going to be less than 50 percent. Her heart was racing when she stepped into the dark street, dressed in a short mini-skirt, low cut top, black nylons and black high heels. No underwear. She was dressed for the business. She noticed that she was nearly alone. Most of the regular whores had vacated the area until police found the killer. She found a place on the block and waited for her first "customer."It wasn't long before a large black. So be it. She'd fuck 'em, all of them, separately or together, and in every possible combination, and love every minute of it. And the sex would fill her with love, love for each of them, and she'd love every minute of loving them, too.To get you've got to give."To get you've got to give works as much for love and sex as it does for everything else in life," she said out loud.Danny fluffed up her hair and smiled at her image in the mirror."Time to go do some giving," she said, slipped on.