Shewrote to me first, and I responding by giving her myphone number. At that time, I could go to my apartment for lunch soshe would call and we would ...alk. I would tell herwhat I would like to do to and with her. It reallyhelped me to picture what I wanted to do with her whenshe sent me two photos which had been specially posedfor me. The thought that her husband had taken thephotos specifically for me only added to my pleasure.Finally, after several weeks of getting acquainted, weset up a. My full balls slap on to your pussy."Whose ass is this?" I taunt."It's your ass, Sir," you submissively announce."Who owns this ass?" I require."You do, Khambrel," you meekly state."That is right, girl, do not forget." No Sir." Who owns you, babydoll?" I inquire."You do, Sir." You are pushing your beautiful body back toward me as you answer.My questions always turn you on more. Being reminded of your place increases your pleasure. Starting to ride my dick with your ass, you permit your resolve. I'll show you the device, and she can watch.That looks like an expensive watch. You only have the one, right? Great, put it in that coffin there, and slide the door closed. Now we slide the other closed, drop the divider, and power it on. Yeah, it uses 220V so I had to get extra wiring put in.Et voila! A perfect duplicate, atom by atom and quark by quark. It is in fact the original watch itself, existing in two places at once. From now on, time can affect each one independently. Smash this one,. My arms moved restlessly over his back, torso.I felt hot and out of my depth. He surrounded me. His breath coming in short circuit with every move he made. His manly scent and woodsy musky cologne surrounded me in a cocoon of heat and restlessness. I wanted him so bad. I always did.I met him in half strides as he pistoned inside me. His slick back felt good to the touch. Rubbing off my body in a perfumed state, dribs of sweat slinked from him. I wanted to mewl like a cat getting scratched.His.