Oh God, what had come over her? Was she ... no better than those night creatures you were always reading about in the newspapers? What, all of a sudde..., had caused her to submit to gratification in this evil manner? Wasn't the love-making of her husband, Kirk, enough to satisfy her need any longer? Had some alchemy suddenly transformed her into a ... well, some kind of nymphomaniac who wasn't able to control her desires?All of these questions had no immediate answers for the bewildered young. A nice D-cup. Long brown hair. She opened the driver’s seat door to her gray minivan. The car was a metaphor for her life, I could tell. I thought about it for perhaps a quarter of a second and approached her. “Hey,” I said.She was surprised.“Hi…” she responded.“Dennis.” I extended my hand.“Do I know you?”“No.”That got her thinking about whether she should pursue the conversation or not. She didn’t move so I knew she would.“Nadine.”We shook hands.“How’d it go in there?” I said.“Um…fine I. Natasha leaned into Jack. She liked that kind of closeness; that was something she had missed since her breakup.Jack kissed her softly then reached for the soap and wash cloth. He slowly lathered up her back.Natasha stood there, feeling Jack's hands wash her back. That along with the water rushing over her body, felt like a hundred caressing fingers. Her clit and nipples hardened in response.Jack told her to turn around and began washing her front, paying close attention to each hardened. She was absolutely unable to produce any around the gagging meat. But Clarize compensated her fully. She moaned and screamed by now. The pain must have been intolerable. Sweat gushed down her shining form. It mingled with tears and saliva. She swayed and shook in her confinement. The inside of her spread thighs caught the full light. The lips of her shaven cunt sparkled with her juices."Would she come just by watching all this so close in front of her? Oh please, please my love... don't come.