I could not believe it."But it's only Friday," I started before better sense took over.She giggled. (Celia? Giggling?!!) "Shush. We could pretend it w...s Saturday night. I won't tell if you won't." She lifted up her arms to strip off her nighty, and holding one arm coyly over her breasts, lay back on the bed. "Go on. Turn the light off." I did not need to be told twice, and in no time I was stripped off, and on hands and knees over her. Normally I would just have pushed in there, but the memory. " It wasn't what you said, it was the fact that you were willing to go to such preposterous steps to get away from me," Ellen admitted."Oh." I'll leave you alone," she said quietly."Okay." I think I was just a little..." she tried to explain."I know lonely. The loneliness of accepting. The loneliness of doubt." Yes." But that will change." I hope," she said before leaving. Her back straight, but the droop of her shoulders made her seem wounded.He watched her go. Ellen wasn't a demon or an. Soon my dick was fully hard, foreskin was back, and she was bobbing on half the shaft with her mouth while her fist pumped the rest. The surprise, coupled with the many weeks since I’d last had sex and her wandering around the apartment topless or barely not naked, took their toll. In just a few minutes I gave her what she wanted, a mouthful of semen. She milked it out with her hand, sucking on the head as her tongue teased the glans. Once she was satisfied that she had it all, she. When the last one was undone, she hesitated for a moment, but with a sigh of resignation, her shoulders slumping in defeat, she shrugged the blouse off of her shoulders, and let if fall to the floor. Her naked breasts, with nipples now as hard as rocks, stood prominently on display for her tormentor to see. As humiliated as she was, the weird, twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. It just seemed to push her on, force her to comply with his demands. Reaching behind her,.