Felt extremely sorry for myself. Got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I began examining my options.The room had no windows. No phone, of co...rse. The very solid-looking hardwood door would not open. There was no furniture, other than the cot, and its riveted metal frame would not disassemble without cutting tools. The light fixtures were too far up to reach. Likewise the ventilation shafts. The bathroom sink had no plug, so I couldn't overflow it and send water flooding through the. Here and now I was being mated, as I finally began to understand the true meaning of the term. It was something Michel had been unable to share with Paschal, and perhaps with any of his previous lovers. He'd been waiting for me, expecting me, since before our first meeting so many years before, and I wondered that he hadn't taken me at his first opportunity.It mattered not at all, however, and I was lost to such thoughts while we made love. My slippery sex embraced him eagerly, clasping itself. "Usually you just ignore me and worry about your work when I get home." Well, today is different," he answered. "I'm not thinking about work, just about you taking care of my basic needs." What needs?" Kitty asked, pretending innocence. She kicked off her shoes and slowly peeled off her tight shorts and panties, purposely bending over to give Don a good view of her well-rounded ass.With her back to him, Kitty pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it carelessly to the floor. She cupped. She caught her breath, she forgot to stand to meet him but extended her hand. His grip was strong yet gentle and she felt enveloped in the power of it. Her eyes darted from his hand to his eyes and quickly back again when she couldn’t hold his stare. She felt that his dark, sparkling eyes has seen her very core. She felt the skin of his hand then quickly let it go. ‘Come outside and I’ll tell you about the running of the pool.’ Sash sat for a second collecting her thoughts. She had been stunned.