Jack shook his head. ‘He sure doesn’t want anyone near you, does he?’ Laney laughed and untied him, petting the dog’s head and idly stroking h...s ears. ‘He’s pretty possessive. I really enjoy having him that way, though, since I live alone.’ Her cheeks flushed slightly under his gaze, and he got the feeling that she thought she shouldn’t have mentioned that. Good, Jack thought to himself, no boyfriend. Or at least, no live-in boyfriend. He ran his fingers through his sun-bleached shaggy hair,. ... I press into you from behind...inch by inch, never going fully but slowly getting a rhythm. I can hear your breathe quickening and quickening so I stop and say "Don't cum yet, are you gonna be a good girl and cum when I say so?" You respond by backing into my dick a bit more because you can't help yourself, and I respond by slapping your ass.This breaks your rising orgasm for a second, but then makes it rise even further. But you obey and like a good girl, you stop moving.I'm excited. I had already been shown to the private and secluded area outside the stadium where Shania would be brought to join me as soon as her Super Bowl halftime performance was over. I was in only a T-shirt and a pair of sexy male thong underwear -- a male G-string basically -- lying back on the bed where Shania and I would fuck each other's brains out to take the edge off her intense sexual pressure following her performance. My cock was already fully hard and erect from knowing that I was about to. "Look," she said after seeing my reluctance. "I'll bet you a long, great blow job, playing with your come with my tongue and swallowing. Now, forget it and come here."I started writing a linear story when I arrived home that day, but it never went beyond page ten.We got to know each other far too well.But there's much more to that subject. After I gave up I told her so."My stories are linear," I argued. "Just not in time. They are a build-up, a sequence of sometimes apparently uncorrelated.