“My e-mail and my private cell number are on that. Feel free to call me with any questions, or concerns. I am at your beck and call”She then put h...r hand out to shake, which we did, but neither of us wanted the shake to end. Her hand was warm and inviting actually. I’d have loved to pull iy gently and guide her to my bed and just ravish her. She broke the spell by saying she would call me Friday and set up a time for Saturday, then left. That night, while laying in bed, all I could think about. As the pain-pleasure sensations increased, Marilyn felt fresh tears rush to her eyes,but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of her hips squirmingup and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed. It wasn't the pain that madeher want to cry, but the sudden shocking and devastating realization that in spite ofall the perversion, in spite even of the pain, the idea of being fucked in the rectum,debased and humiliated to the limits of warped sex, was beginning to appeal to. .. oh that's wonderful, Joe ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... god ... you lick slit better than anyone ... ohhh yes ... do it, lover ... lick my slit! Ahhh yes!"He got on the divan and straddled her body. She groaned as he moved up, squeezing her breasts over his penis. Her head craned and she tried to catch his cock in her mouth as it moved in and out of her cleavage. He fucked her breasts briefly and then, turning around, kneeling over her face, pushed his cock into her mouth and bent forward over. MMMM That aint Mikes hand on my ass. I pulled my hand away from the doll revolted that the computer could tell my touch from Mikes Dont be that way. The lights flickered and my double appeared beside the mainframe. Dont be such a poop, Jay her voice seemed to be coming from her mouth now. You made me cum so hard. Of course I recognized your hand on my ass. You are all I think about and all Mike talks about. I dream of touching you the way you touched me. Of making you cum like that. Mike.