She'd had a few boyfriends, and wasn't a virgin, but given your record with the ladies (which you divulged) she wasn't high up on the tally.The desire...for Jess was shared by any living, straight man that saw her. An exercise fanatic she ran (and so, now, do you) three miles a day and swims laps at the pool (which you enjoy watching her do). As a result, her body is well-toned, and retains the curves that caught your eye in the first place. You know that her breasts are naturally a b-cup (34B).. "So you know just how dirty and full on things can get. Your e-mails said you have no limits; but are you sure? Are you really as dirty as the sluts in my stories?" I press, needing to push you, to find out if the e-mails we swapped are just bravado, or if you truly are the submissive cunt you described. I actually get off on knowing the slut I'm with wants everything I do to her – even when she's physically fighting me off or in tears. "You remember your secret word?" I won't need it." You. .” And then whatever might have been left of anything I had eaten earlier in the day decided to make a return appearance.She gasped at the sound of the vomiting and hurried into the bathroom. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”“Migraine.” My voice slurred as I uttered the word.“Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?”I made a waving motion toward the row of prescription bottles on the vanity. “Imitrex. Then bed. I’ll be okay once I sleep.”Lisa rifled through the bottles until she. ”She wanted to demand to go with me but held back. She was correct, though. “I don’t want you out of my sight in this place right now, and I may need your help anyway.”A smile struggled to break onto her face, but she suppressed it. “We shall need a lantern.”The sun was casting a dull brick red on the scattering of dead grey clouds as it rested on the horizon. “We shall, I think.”The house was steeped in silence as we quietly walked down the stairs. The heavy tapestries and scattered rugs.