There was a pause."Yes..." she finally whispered."Why? Why should I?" I asked, a little more heated. I'dnoticed some time ago that I'd stopped using m... highfeminine range, and slid into the deep masculine rangewhich had lain dormant for seven years. It was like talkingthrough a throat full of razorblades. It made me feelalive."Because I know Andy, and I love him anyway. He didn't askto become what he is. Like you, he was made that way byyour father. You don't..." She snapped her mouth shut.She. I felt like the lucky one, I was very eager to get home to her, I'd gone without sex or masturbation for 6 nights, I had been sorely tempted to stroke out my pent up lust, in my bed all alone at my hotel, but I wanted to save it up, and give my sexy wife a heck of a ride when I got home. Just thinking about her soft, smooth body, the curve of her breasts, the way her hips flared out, tapering down to her legs, the neatly trimmed nest of red pubic hair covering her tight labial lips, the look in. She had been there for only two days and it sounded like she had been attacked twice. She had also a good deal of animosity from various camps because of her disguising herself.I could understand her concern about her appearance, though personally I thought she was beautiful, others would see a monster and fear her. I didn't blame her for trying to hide herself, but from the reaction she got upon revealing her true appearance, I couldn't help but think she would have been better facing the. I start to decline his offer when I look up at you, leaning against the back of the elevator with one foot on the floor and the other propped against the wall behind you, your knee lifting the hem of your short dress nearly to the point of exposure.The look on your face is pure feminine lust, and as I follow your gaze to the crotch of the doorman's tight fitting pants, I immediately realize that I had better not completely deny your desires in favor of my own, not if I hope to fulfill my.