I knew this would be a great night. We started kissing and rubbing our hands all over each other. It wasn’t too long before I suggested heading to ...he bedroom.I stood up, holding her, carrying her into my room. As I crossed through the doorway, I heard my phone go off again. I told Katrina to make herself comfortable, that I was going to grab a glass of water. I got the water and my phone. I switched the mute button to the off position and put it in my back pocket. As I entered my room,. But part of the appeal was the knowing that in this position, I was Richard’s little ‘fuck doll’, completely helpless and vulnerable. With several inches of his erection inside me, hovering over the remainder of his massive and rigid penis, he could fully impale me at his whim. I was at his mercy to be gentle and not hurt me; I liked that feeling of vulnerability.Richard started lifting me up and down, pushing himself deeper into me. “Careful now Richard, you don’t want to tear me apart.” But I. She continues to apply the hot compresses until the skin is very stretchy, almost elasticized.Brenda turns the overhead heating light on and directs it to just over his genitals. She pulls off his blindfold and pulls up the rolling stool, gets the IV size needle ready and shows it to him. She opens the alcohol prep pad, looks into his huge eyes and swabs his ball sac; she grabs the tube of anbesol and pinches some onto her gloved fingertip, spreading it over the area of the sac to be injected.. All I had to do was think about Mike's hands, his body on mine, the heat of him inside me.As plates and bowls and silverware soaked, I entertained a fantasy in which Mike got the job here and moved to the city. Moved in with me. We could see each other off to work in the morning, come home together every night, sleep in together on weekends. Vacation together. And, of course, make sweet love together.It's a lovely fantasy, Lynne, but isn't something missing?Of course there was. Jenny and Jeff.