I wrapped my legs around his back and gripped him tight as he slowly picked up the rhythm. At that point I felt like a total woman, in bed with my man...who was fucking me missionary style. He gradually picked up a steady pace of back and forth fucking. My clit had shriveled and softened a little bit, but was still very swollen. He grabbed it and started stroking it, as the pace quickened so did his hand wrapped around my clit. I could hold back no more and my clit exploded its juices, all over. As we spoke about this, smiling at each other, we both stood looking directly into each other’s eyes and neither of us blinked, it was as though we could not tear ourselves away from the moment. She was like an Indian goddess. I wanted to drown in her eyes. My heart was beating very fast, I was afraid she would hear it resonating. On an impulse, I leaned towards her and speaking softly said, ‘I am Bob, in another life, I would have liked to know you. I think you are amazingly beautiful.’ I. There, standing submissively behind Luke, were five of my sisters. Four of whom had told me they would be choosing Dmitri and Henry. So many emotions flashed through my mind; anger, resentment and most of all, disappointment. With a quick glance around my feelings seemed to plummet even further if that were possible, because Henry and Dylan both had three girls standing behind them, leaving Dmitri, the man I had feared most since he arrived a few years ago, without a slave girl. "Girl?" asked. I like being with you and I enjoy your company very much. I’m not just talking about sex, either. The problem is that I can pretty much only see you twice a week, and even then, it’s really limited and we have to sneak around.”“This sucks! I don’t want to break up. But I don’t want you to get arrested, either!”“We won’t solve this today. Let’s go work on computers.”We went to my office so that Penny could work on my Apple IIe while I wrote in my journal. I checked her work occasionally and I.