"In real life men are more forgiving, especially if it is the first indiscretion." So I would write stories with forgiving husbands and boyfriends and...then the next batch of feedback would say, "Why are all your husbands spineless wimps" and I'd write stories that went back the other way.Eventually I came to realize that I was wasting my time - there was no way I could write a story that would satisfy everybody and that is when I adopted my philosophy of writing for my own enjoyment and then. That seems awkward.”“So we’d have to convince a guy and a girl,” I said.She sighed. “I don’t like this, but I think we should do it.”“Why us?”“We wouldn’t have to convince anyone. Also, this way, if it doesn’t work, no one other than us gets hurt. And I think the demon is going to come to me soon.”“Why is that?”She sighed again. “Well, he hit me up last night, right after seeing Amanda. That was the third time he visited Amanda. I think he likes to visit people more than once, and he’s already. A dozen guys fucked her, some of them taking a second round.When all men were done with her and so Ana was at last left alone, I stood there, looking down at my beautiful little slutty babe.She was lying across the kitchen table with semen stains in her hair, on her face, dribbling from the corners of her mouth and oozing out from her ruined cunt.Anita opened her eyes, looked up at me and she smiled, begging yet for more. I could not resist and I then knelt down between her spread thighs,. I was close, so close, in fact I thought for a fewminutes, that I was going to cum, but I didn't. it just left me there insquirming wriggling loss, I think that I would have begged anything to cumthen, the frustration possessing me. The vibrations restarting on themaddening programmed timer, was a surprise and yet I need the conclusionand in minutes I was moaning gently as I squirmed in its effect.He returned eventually and stood looking at me. "I can see you're reallyenjoyin my toy, aint ya.