Almost painfully so.” “And you don’t want release?” “Believe me, I do. But as I said, I want this to be about what you want, and what you ne...d, not about my own needs.” “Oh god, be careful what you offer. I might just take you up and expand on it.” “What do you mean?” “Wouldn’t it be delicious if I kept you horny like this, for days and days, letting you pleasure me in all kinds of ways, but not allowing you your own relief?” The idea was terrifying. And wicked. And exciting as hell. My pussy. When to present him with her bottom and cunt to finger as he sat there, drining brandy. He would fuck her while she wore the stilettos : he found her Loboutins especially erotic and loved to feel them against the skin of his back when she wrapped her legs round him as he penetrated her deeply. She would sigh and moan and tell her boss he was so much more virile, so much more adept with his cock than her husband. Than me. She would get wet for him in ways she never did for me, her cunt flowing. It was more of a concept that had an almost, but not quite, physical reality. It realized it was "hungry," but not in the human sense of the concept. The fact that it didn't know what it was hungry for didn't bother it. It knew, somehow, that sustenance would be forthcoming. It had some kind of task to complete, and when that was achieved, it sensed it wouldn't be hungry any more.It reflected, for a while, on the fact that it had been human at one time, or at least nearly so. It didn't remember. I sat reluctantly and he held his hands over my breasts and was squeezing and saying, are you virgin? Your pussy was very tight and your breasts were so firm and I was so much enjoyed fucking you. I ignored and he squeezed my breasts very hard and I told I was married. Is he your husband?No, then who was he, Not necessary for you. Okay! I think he must be your customer. Ha! Ha! Ha! I kept quite, Okay bitch tell me whose your husband is? We both took divorce and now I was living with my son,.