I raised the speed of the strokes by inserting two fingers, my breathing became heavy. She was moaning like a baby. I increased the speed. Then, I too... my penis and started inserting it inside her pussy. After five minutes, we both were not in control and there was a sound of heavy breathing and moaning. Within a minute, I lost the control and blasted and also came inside her pussy. Both got wet, for a few minutes, I laid on her.After five minutes, we both came in to sense and she ran to the. Looking down, I could see The Dancing Carpenter working. He always seemed happy and I found that hard to relate to. I’d stand there and watch for a while and then get back to work.My parents, coaches, and teachers always described me as driven. I think that was a polite code for obsessed or bitchy if I didn’t get what I wanted. When I was 12, I sold 1,248 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. I literally sold those cookies. My hands touched every box. That’s wasn’t counting the extra boxes that were. ‘Well, what about before that?’ Della asked, her eyes wide with desire. ‘It could be one hell of a brunch.’ Something in me lit up like a matchstick and I said, ‘Just let me go shower.’ I was going to spend the morning with two women before an afternoon with the man I was infatuated with, followed up by a guy who I was paid to sleep with. I was starting to feel like a class-A slut. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care. * * * * * I took what must have been a world-record speed shower and. I would win $100,000 if I won two out of three rounds, but if I lost I would be her slave for a year. If I still wanted to go through with it, I was to sign the contract and come to the given address one week later, but tell no one where I was going. If I broke the terms of the contract, it would be null and void. I was to arrive at 10 pm on the given date. One week later I found myself driving on a remote rural road. I had been told to look for a trail wide enough for only one car at a certain.