There was a photo on my bedside table of a man, who looked rather like me.It was paperclipped onto an envelope. As I looked at it I realised he waswe...ring my clothes and blowing a kiss at the camera.I took the picture from the envelope and turned it over.On the back it said:"Simone, Thanks for the clothes. Love, Serge."It was the first time anyone had addressed me in writing as "Simone", thefeminised version of my name that I now go by, and I felt somehowviolated. Jane had been the person to. I let your hands guide me, and trace my tongue down across your belly, pausing to dip into your navel. Continuing down, the tip plays through your folds, pressing here and there, never pausing too long. I stop at this point, on my knees in front of you. I look up at you and see a gorgeous sight: the heat and moisture in the air has cause you to sweat, and the little drops making their own courses across your skin. Your breasts shine in the candlelight, the nipples hard and tight. Your eyes gaze. I rushed to Berry’s aid and that was exactly what Berry’s ‘abductor’ wanted. As soon as I cleared the doorway, a second person out of sight on the other side of the door frame smacked me with something that sent me to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I blacked out for a moment while the guy holding Berry by the hair laughed. My last thought for a few seconds was humiliation at being tricked so easily and then being laughed at.When I came to again, the apartment was a scene of bedlam.. Finally I was happy with the realization that I was under another woman with a cock. Happy that I was being ass fucked by her. She buried herself in me over and over again. Then she withdrew so she could add lube and we could enjoy her reentry, all the way to the hilt this time, I felt her pelvis riding me. “Ahh” a cry combined with a gasp escaped from deep within me celebrating my orgasm. “Oh god, I’m cuming! Fuck me. Fuck me.”She redoubled her efforts in response, riding me, thrusting herself.