“She would regale us with every chapter after she had read it. One of my great regrets since leaving is no longer being around to hear her retelling....”Belita’s eyes went wide. “Us?”“Your officers. Coleman. Webber. Myself. Sometimes Stewart would join us. When you took your meals elsewhere, she would catch us up on the latest tale. I particularly liked the one where you infiltrated a sultan’s harem in order to steal an enchanted scepter. That is, apparently, how you got your many rings.”“The. You spread me open and started slowly working my swollen clit just how I like it. I was already almost about to cum when you shocked me by sliding a finger in my ass. You hardly ever do that. I asked you ‘am I your dirty little whore you fuck in the dirt.’ You didn’t even respond. You just kept working your hand deeper inside me while I writhed pressing your head further into my wet snatch. You got a cocky grin and told me ‘I’m not letting you cum that easy.’ You whipped out your huge. ” Neither could believe this was really happening; just a day or so ago their lives were set on the same mundane course, but both were excited by the same guarded and deeply erotic wants, which were now unfolding so automatically.As though in some pert and vividly enjoyable dream, he responded with even less hesitation than his obedience to her command that he kneel, quickly peeling his clothes off, though awkwardly ... desperate to know the shame of being naked before her, at her behest. Cathy. I made myself stand and hurried back to the path and carried on my walk as quickly as possible.I got home and stood in our living room in a daze wondering what to do. The images and rude words still buzzed in my head and my loins felt like they were on fire. I walked upstairs and ran a bath, stripping off my walking clothes. I wandered around the bedroom naked, my nipples were erect and aching and my vagina (it’s a cunt my mind shouted) felt like it was throbbing. I needed to see myself and.