I know it's soon, but I have feelings for you. Not just sex and lust, but you...make me happy. When I didn't talk to you, I felt like crap. You're spe...ial, you really are. And this is no sweet talk; it's genuine and from my heart. I assumed you had a traumatic experience with Eric, because my sister did too. So that's why I didn't want to jump into one, cause I wasn't sure you were ready." Really? You mean all that?" Yes! That phone conversation was completely messed. It went all downhill, and. Sometimes I changed the dials and directed the deep, slow throbs of pain at her nipples and sent the stinging stabs of pain to her vagina. Then I switched. But I was careful never to move the knob above 7. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to exhaust her. I wanted to thrill her. But I did not want to terrify her. Soon she betrayed all the signs of a woman having an intense sexual experience. Even with her shoulders cruelly bound to the cross, Claire’s luscious thighs trembled, her. It took him a minute to recognize that it was the young man who sold flowers on the corner.The young man was carrying a bouquet of flowers. Setting it on the bar, he took a seat and, pounding a fist on the bar, said, “Bartender, I’ll have my regular.”The grizzled old bartender reached down into a cooler and pulled out a frosted beer mug. Setting it on the bar, he said, “You’re early tonight.”“That’s right,” the young man said with a smile.Reaching into the beer cooler, the bartender pulled out. You have nice hands. Keep rubbing me.” Saying this I lay on the carpet on my tummy face down.He started rubbing my back. Now his hands were on my ass for a longer period then my lower back. My nighty was bunched up on my waist. Slowly he started to move hands on my entire ass and at the end of the move inserted his fingers in between my legs to try and touch my pussy. I understood his intentions and slowly parted my legs enabling him to reach my hole. I got a little bolder, removed the nighty.