It feels good, better than you could have imagined. You’re watching me. Watching your cock, pushing still, I wonder what my limits are... Your fascination arouses me. You’re thrusting fast, and hard, pure frustration is driving you. You want to break your new toy. It doesn’t do much other than accept you ‘quietly’. Harder, and harder, ruthlessly you fuck me. Your cock threatens my cervix and finally, suddenly, I cry out. This one thing, this. We had another silent ride home as Fran was lost in her thoughts. I didn't feel great about this opportunity, but I knew she wanted to at least try and see if this was the life for her. A backup singer could last a very long time in the business. There was no worry about being the flavor of the month and disappearing after a few months. Most singers were looking for competent backup, even for studio sessions. You could make a very good living doing that.I wasn't depressed, but I sure wasn't. And finally there was the supposed fact that sex was simply a physical activity and didn't necessarily have to be connected with love. I never liked that 'sometimes' kept creeping into their responses. It didn't sound all that appealing to me.I had laughed at all of those and refused to take any of them seriously. So after a while they simply realized that we weren't interested. Misti and Steve were another couple who were not participating.I often joked with Carol that she could have ruined. You ooze sex. I want to ravage you from head to toe. Leave marks on your gorgeous body and mark you deep inside with my cock.” “All you have to do is ask permission to fuck me and my body is yours to do with as you please,” She half purred and hissed. I remained silent for a minute. Katherine watched me closely, still rubbing my cock with her delicate foot. I slid my left hand along the inside of her left thigh and stopped short of her wet slit. Katherine gasped in anticipation of my hand.