I tease your entrance dipping my index finger in slightly gathering up some of your arousal and bringing it up to my lips and tasting you. I’ve neve... tasted a woman so sweet as you do; I travel my finger back down your body to your cunt and circle your clit with more pressure than before, your hips buck wildly so I wrap my free arm around your waist and hold you close as I carry on circling your clit.You turn your head and bite at my ear lobe as I apply a bit more pressure directly onto your. But how could we have known this would happen? We took every step to be careful. We took every precaution. We only made one copy.Oh, yes. One copy...The bitter realization hit me right then. I'd stashed the disc under the front seat of my truck on Sunday night. I'd completely forgotten about it and sold my truck yesterday afternoon with the DVD still in it. That salesman must have found it, copied it, released it to the world. It was all my fault after all.No. There's no way it could have gone. ” He turns to Varena, “What I’m thinking is for you to make a dozen or so pies we can take to CyberFun in El Paso where they can serve them fresh, cold, or reheated in a microwave as a special dessert. I’m sure, once they get a taste, they’ll be happy to pay you twenty-five dollars for a pie this size.”Varena is stunned by the idea of her cooking being worth that much. With a bit more encouragement from the couple she agrees to make a dozen pies for them to take to the café later that day. They. Woman shriek and run away. Man chase. Woman catches stiletto in undergrowth.Man catch. And whatever happens in the bushes is the way of the world.But it's even more true online than in the real world.Every woman I talk to online and/or meet in real life thereafter always says they get literally hundreds of messages from men over the course of a given week.They may be dull. They may be inappropriate. They may be written in txt spk. They may be long, langourous enticements, promising delights.