He spent twenty minutes pleasuring her because he was restricted to only external stimulation. Plus, he had not yet learned how to maximize the pleasu...e for her. He was pretty sure she’d never had an orgasm. Her restrictive upbringing and general behavior convinced him of that. He wasn’t even sure he should try to get her to that point now. She was being awfully vocal already, and the last thing he needed was for the US Marshal Service to break down the door and come in to save the protectee. " I'm going to the kitchen. Can I get you a beer?" I asked.Tricia's head swiveled to look at me. She was really a good-looking woman, and a real bitch. Dirty-blonde hair, big blue eyes, large breasts. Tricia has those large, soft-looking breasts that hang without appearing to sage, if you know what I mean. Slender build, except for her tits. About 5'2". I always thought that Tricia look "hard," if that makes sense."OK, Dave. You can get me a beer. Thanks," as if she was doing me a favor letting. ”Mom said, “Normally a kid is fed till he is eight or nine months old. But I used to feed you till you were two or three years old. Thought there was no milk, you loved sucking. And you know what? Your dad used to watch you sucking my nipples. He used to get excited and we used to have sex after you were asleep. He used to like the wet sensation of my nipples. Oh darling, I would like you to suck me again.”Mom then pulled one side of her bra up. She made me lay in her lap. She bent and inserted. My favorite way to spend an afternoon, you know, my favorite.” “You’re my favorite too,” she stared down at her bare feet. She stood against the wall, the brick wall in her loft apartment that she had painted in fuzzy duck yellow, princess pink and majesty purple. She was injured, mentally and emotionally, literally and metaphorically. Standing against the wall made her feel safe and happy. She knew she wouldn’t falter as long as she leaned up against her wall of colors. Here, against the wall.