The memories are still so vivid and motivational.) I recall how forcefully, mercilessly, brutally you pounded my defenseless pussy. And despite the pa...n, despite the humiliation of my “collar”, despite the cruel pulling of my precious red hair, you made me cum. You forced me to cum. I couldn’t have resisted you if I had wanted to. (Silently I move to straddle your gorgeous body. Still pleasuring myself with vigor—awash in the sights, sounds, and sensations of last night.)But I had no. When we make love, love is in bed with us. It wasn't that way last night. It was exciting, and I suppose doing something naughty adds a certain spice to life, but afterward, guilt creeps in. Never having done something like this creates all sorts of emotions, and I can't trust my judgment yet." I can't either. We do have something that many people don't. We truly love each other, and nothing must threaten or destroy that. I have the gut feeling that we can handle any choice we make, but don't. It precipitated the girl's condition," I said trying to make a serious point."Michael, just do it — it would take more than a pickup line, to get me interested." OK, sit back and relax," I said coming around my desk and dropping to where we were face-to-face.I took her hand and said, "When I'm looking back at the best memories of my life, I'll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married - and the day I met you?"Her eyes got big, as I added, "I figured out why the sky was. Abruptly, Maya grabbed Sue at the hips as if to tackle her, but the grab was just for stability. The main assault was directed at Sue’s left nipple. Maya’s mouth came to life. There was no gentleness in her now as she bit, sucked and licked hungrily around the clipped nip and tiny bell. She even took the whole bell into her mouth a few times. The sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through Sue’s body like a wildfire burning its way steadily downwards towards her highly volatile pussy, now.