She was arching her legs upwards thus I was increasing my speed more and more. She was throwing her hips upward to my cock to receive my cock more in ...er. She was accommodating my every stroke very passionately and expertly. She was moaning highly now. And asking me to increase my speed more. She was demanding more for my cock and I told her that I have no more. She was saying continuously no, no give me more, I need it. I said her as just before a little you were saying that this is too big,. I'm dying to see this place. Uh... so to speak."She gave him a pleased look. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said. "Let's get it on."They rode the elevator down to the lobby level of the building and stepped out into a spacious entryway lined with plush carpet. An information desk manned by a friendly looking young man stood just inside of a set of sliding doors leading out to the street. WHITING AVENUE EXIT read a sign just above the doors. Ken experienced another moment of. I remembered Becky, kind of a sullen, mousey girl, who complained since day one. And then yesterday her entire demeanor lifted, gone after this miracle therapy session.It was my turn. Her office was ornate and rustic. The centerpiece was an eerie fountain, a misshapen octopus head carved out of something like sandstone. The softly bubbling water flowed from the distorted impressionist face, monstrous and cruel. I stood in front of her desk, several other seniors standing at the door, almost. After asking me why it took so long to reply. He thought he wasn't going to hear from me again. I just told I've been busy. Truth is I was too scared to, because what he put me through the first time was painful and I wasn't sure if I wanted that again. But after thinking about it for a while I kept getting excited/turned on/craving it all over again. At this point having him inside me again was all I could think of. So we decided to meet that night and I was super excited/nervous. Because at.