This is what I want. This is all I’ve ever wanted.’ ‘What about your work?’ I asked. He smiled, a shy grin that melted me every time I saw it....‘I’ll find a new job. I love you. I want you.’ I bit my lip and stared at our entwined fingers. So much had changed while he was gone, and yet, as he held my hand, so much felt the same. ‘Listen, Scott, these last few months -‘ ‘I don’t care,’ he shrugged. ‘Whatever happened while we were apart doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Just say ‘yes’.’ My eyes. My hands move to the bench, lifting my ass so his face can devour me. No longer can I keep my eyes on him. Clenching them tightly shut, my lip aching from the bite I have continued to press on it. My sounds of release are trapped behind my closed mouth. My senses take over as he continues. Each pumping of his fingers brings me closer to exploding. The pressure of his tongue stroking and licking took me closer to the edge of orgasm pleasure. A great oral by my husband and I was, waiting for that. "Yes sir, Jill means it's near my vagina" Well I can't do anything about it, it wouldn't be right would it?" If you could just look sir, I'll keep my panties on" All right Polly, but I can only look at it, now then show me where it hurts exactly"As I knelt down in front of her she lifted her skirt and I couldn't help smiling as I saw I'd been right in that they were wearing stockings!There was a perfect oval shape where two heavily glossed lips had deliberately left their mark on her inner. Friday, she went out and picked up a guy at a bar. They fucked. He fell asleep. She was bored. Her fingers were jilling her pussy as she thought about being taken by more cocks than she could count, used roughly, taken beyond her limits.She knew she needed to be raped. She knew the fantasies wouldn't go away until she lost control, until she was taken by strange, dirty, selfish men.Saturday morning, Charlotte drove to the next town. She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the.