Just my fucking whore." My stance is possessive I lean over you, kissing your mouth, hard. Your cock twitches against my leg. "I see. You are my fucki...g whore. Aren't you. Dirty whore." My lips suck your tongue into my mouth. You try and rub against me and I tap your cock with my thigh. A firm quick nudge. You grunt. "None of that, little whore." I grab rope from the bed and measure out two long lengths and several shorter ones. I fold the rope and snap it. "To keep your place. I have a feeling. “That's the spot,” she replied. I played with it for a few minutes, watching and feeling it distend and slowly become erect. Then, I moved my fingers down to explore the inside of her. She began to moan at first. Then, uncontainable whimpers as I moved my finger in and out of her. I put my tongue to her sweet, wet vagina and played with every fold, bump, and orifice. Finally, the big moment had arrived. She laid back and opened her legs. Nervous as all hell, I took hold of my throbbing cock and. Close your eyes and keep seeing her.’ Troy smiled a big, goofy smile and closed his eyes. Julie got up and sat next to him on the bed, motioning for me to take her spot on the lounge. I hesitated, then slid over. I knew what was coming next, but it still felt like a lot to take. ‘When I wake you up, Susan will be sitting before you. For tonight, I want you to see her as you see me, and feel for her what you feel for me. You will not feel any guilt or hesitation about loving her like you love. "Derrick, I'm going on thirty and the clock is ticking," she told him. He listened but said nothing, only giving her a sympathetic ear.It happened again a week later. This time they had lunch together. The third time, they lunched and spent time in his apartment. After that, it became more or less a weekly routine.The year ended with Mrs. Williamson getting a divorce, soon followed by her becoming Mrs. Seiger. The year was 1955. By 1960, Derrick was the father of two daughters, owned the.