Please..."With that he took to me with a certainty and my toes curled as the waves of pleasure crested over me. I finally had to ask him to stop so I ...ould gather my wits and take a breath. "That was amazing!" I said. "I'm glad you liked it. That was some of my best work." I could see him smile as he said this. He really knew what to do and he just held me and gently kissed me as his hands lazily explored the body that was now at his mercy. I have no idea how much time passed but a moment came. Screaming, swearing, breaking of glass or the like, I had even heard what I thought was a gunshot! So, call me a typical girl, I called the police. And then I went and hid in my bedroom, with a softball bat within reach. “Hello Miss, the 9-1-1 dispatcher told us that you called us for your neighbors? I’m Officer Peter, from the police department.” I felt safer immediately, the hottest policeman I had ever seen on my front porch with a gun and a brilliant smile. Oh, and the accent… “I’m Halley,. . But even that wasn't the real picture, she didn't think she was a nymphomaniac. Deep down she felt it had something to do with the feeling she had when she saw Cora using the dildo on her mother, the same feeling she had when Debbie had frigged her with the artificial prick. Was she really a lesbian? Was this the secret knowledge of her inner self she was trying to deny? Perhaps this was what she was trying to blot out with as many male cocks as she could... One night Debbie had been more. It is deepcrimson, and ties at the waist with a black silk band. He also wears a whiteshirt and an Ascot tie. Sometimes he asks meto get him a drink. When he does so, I walk to the cupboard and pour him Glenlivet with a single ice cube. Sometimes he looks at mewhile I do so. As the evening passes, I feel more and more afraid, as theunavoidable time gets closer and closer. Eventually he rings a bell. I amalways startled by the sound of it. The French doors open and I follow Parkerup the stairs.