“You like that?” He rotates his thumb steadily. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”I can’t. It’s the kind of thing you can’t say. You just fee.... Just ache and rise and silently beg. He watches me. Watches exactly what he’s doing to me. The slow circle of his thumb. The finger still hovering against my asshole. I turn my face away. He grasps my chin and turns it back, holding it in place.“Tell you what,” he says, as calm as anything. “I’ll let you come if you say I can fuck your ass.”He does it every. I drove the 5 minutes to my apartment and when we got there he started chit chatting with me normally but he practically pushed me up the stairs and down the hall to my apartment.Once I let him in he took over and went right to the fridge, got a beer (didn't offer me one), sat on the couch, grabbed the remote and put on some sports channel and made himself at home like it was his place.I sat on the sofa across from him and couldn't find any words to say, i was so shocked! I just kept thinking. ‘In fact’, one woman said, ‘I let my husband talk me into going into an adult bookstore. To watch the peepshows!’ Sarah had only watched one x-rated movie and it was horribly lit, and poorly dubbed. She had heard of peep shows but never believed people really went, and she had to admit, she was very curious to hear the answers to the questions that were flying around about how it had been. In the end the woman had felt is was dirty, dark and not very sexy. There was hole in the wall on either. “And?” “And, what?” Tamara giggled. Dominque suspected her daughter was messing with her and knew damn well what she was getting at. “His cock, baby,” Dominque had a sudden urge to slip a finger onto her clit, but she resisted. “did you measure it, honey?” “Sure did,” Tamara said, “and I took a picture of it.” “Really?” “Wanna see?” Dominque felt her stomach tighten into a quick, hard knot, “What did you tell Greg?” “That you wanted to know how big his cock was?” Dominque stopped.