What did you say you looked like.”“I ain’t no ugly muthafucka. Bout six three. Buck eighty. Brown skinned.”“You sound sexy.”“Thanks. Tak... my number and send some pics. I’m ready for you to come over.”“Okay. One sec.”Shavar gave the number when requested and his phone buzzed. He had the sissy hold on while he opened it up. It was a link to social media profile. He perused the collection of close-up images that showed a pair of smackers with some detectable amount of fillers. “That really. "Ashley, don't you want me?"I felt my wet panties slide off and the sensation of lube and probingfingers inside of me again. "Mmmmmm, Ashley... I want you to fuck mypussy." Slowly, Ashley entered me. She pushed in, little by little. Iwasn't sure if I would prefer Ashley or Katie. Ashley felt sooooo goodinside of me, so warm and pulsating. While with Katie, it felt hard, yetgentle. But Katie made me feel safer, Ashley was visceral and raw andwent to work quickly. Ashley started strong and began. "All right," he said from beyond the brilliant lights. "Now you're still frustrated. Your pussy still aches for some more action. There! That's good! That's great! All right, smile, baby! You've hit upon a great idea! That's it! Now, get up. Get up and go to the phone."He directed her through the scene, called out her movements as she opened the phone book and ran through the pages. Charley dialed, then pretended to talk animatedly into the instrument. She hung up and ran over to pick up the. I noticed that she was sitting on a towel and smiled to myself; she tended to get very wet when she came, sometimes practically squirting if the orgasm was strong enough.She started talking to herself, and I was puzzled at first, then determined that she was referring to the story she was reading. She was talking to one of the characters in the story. As I listened, I realized that the story was about a girl being brought to the edge of an orgasm, then denied the release, only to be brought.