"His tone was so disarming, so conversational, that almost immediately Ifelt myself start to relax. Hell, I thought, this isnt so bad. He's hugelyexpe...ienced, he's met dozens of girls, of course I'm going to be morenervous than him. I offered him a drink and he said he'd just have a teaand he came into the kitchen as I made it. Within minutes the trembling hadgone (well, almost) and I was chatting away quite freely. I drank wine, abad idea in retrospect and we talked and talked, with no. It hadbeen nearly a month since I got the news, and my mind had been a messever since. Even though I was scared and angry, it was more than that.Fear and rage had long since passed me by, and I was now in a deepdepression, where everything was upside-down and every single thing Ivalued had become worthless or absurd. I knew that even if, through somemiracle, I was granted a reprieve, I would never be the same again. I'vegazed into the darkness of the human soul in this past week -pretentious, I. She gasped the whole time. I rubbed my hands over her soft thighs. Monet opened her eyes. She breathed deeply before sliding off me and laying on top of me. I loved feeling her body pressed against me, especially her tits. Although she had just climaxed I could feel her pelvis humping me a little as she laid upon me. “Was... was it ok to cum in you?” I asked way too late. My voice was rough and heavy. Monet opened her eyes and stroked her long black hair. “I know we’re both clean but if you’re. Helena. Helena.’ I love the way he says my name. His voice is enough to send me over the edge and I come all over his fingers. I want to kiss him, touch him, taste him or at least do something to return the favour, but his hand is still at my throat. The other, however, stays between my legs until I catch my breath again. When I finally do, he takes his hand away and sucks my juices from his fingertips, looking me dead straight in the eye with a growl of satisfaction. ‘You’re so beautiful.’.