I made sure to be very quiet from then on. I found myself dosing off before I knew it, and asleep. I dreamt. I dreamt vividly of Riccardo, his lips, ...is eyes…those eyes. They were the most beautiful I had ever seen. They were prismatic and intense… ravenous and treacherous. The next morning I woke up to several text messages on my phone, all from Vincent. They ranged from “Ur so immature.” To “i’m srry.” What the hell did I see in this guy? Eventually, I found I was getting annoyed with. "Remember, you don't know me. I don't know you. You're a mean, nasty, brutish barbarian and I'm the sweet princess." He laughed, shook his head some more and wandered off back to the house.I sat there in anticipation, waiting for his return. Every sound made my head jerk around anxiously, wanting to see him before he arrived. I was tremendously aroused and kind of light headed, almost trembling as I waited, but at the same time I was a little frightened and anxious.I knew I would be hurt, oh,. It didn't take much of this at all until Tim took a hold of my head and pushed me down on his hard cock. He moaned out mmmm yes as his hot sperm hit the back of my mouth and went right down my throat to my stomach. I sucked every last drop out of it before I came up for air.As they say, this was the first day of the rest of our lives. From that day forward Tim was obsessed with wives having sex with other men. He would bring home porno tapes with this theme. Men's magazine with wives screwing. Take your shirt offand sit on the table."I felt my nipples get hard in the cool basement room, especially when hetouched me with the cold metal of the stethoscope. He went through all themouth, nose, and ears stuff, and I found myself responding to his touch. Ilay down as he felt around my abdomen, and felt a twinge when his fingersapproached my waist."As an adult I need to be a little more thorough. Why don't you take offyour slacks and lay down," he said. I was instantly in a panic as I.