Fuck me harder, please. Please, please fuck my ass. I need to be fucked. I love it!”She worked herself into a frenzy and I could tell she was close....��Cum for me you filthy slut! If you don’t cum for me now I won’t let you eat my ass while you finger me.”“Yes, fuck, I want to. Call me a whore again.”“Cum for me you worthless whore. You’re nothing but a cheap sex doll. You’re a slutty whore.”I pushed the dildo in as far as it would go without being too forceful. As I did her entire body started. She stumbled and fell into his arms. He grabbed her, keeping her from falling over and when their eyes met, they were face to face. It was like time stood still and a spark flickered in his eyes. She quickly looked away and pulled herself free from his arms.She looked around at how peaceful it was. While the snow was coming down heavy, everything seemed still.“Always drunk when I need her,” she mumbled.“I beg your pardon?” he asked.She let a laugh and said, “My guardian angel, she seems to. My anticipation was making me almost shake as I drove. We parked our cars and went into the house. I knew the plan … pleasantries, small talk, a little alcohol and soon we’d be naked in his bed! We talked. He asked if I wanted a drink and I did. He showed me around the first floor … living room, kitchen, spare bedroom … but not upstairs. When I inquired about the upstairs he said, “Oh that’s just my bedroom up there.” A few drinks later I’m starting to wonder what’s going on then he asks me if. I used to be kind of intelligent but I couldn’t read anything more complicated then a girly magazine or I got a headache. I very rarely thought of anything more ambitious than new woman clothes I would like to buy, or how I might imaginatively combine items in my wardrobe to great sexy new outfits. I often felt weak-minded and a bit dizzy, and I found I only felt fully secure and stable when stefan was around to tell me things were ok. I felt thankful that he was around during this weak-minded.