No matter what he did to her cunt, she'd come. Over and over and over, she'd come.He kept her strung out sexually until her body was totally wrung out...of all emotion."How was it, darling?" he asked her."Oh, Jack. It was super! I love you so!" And I love you. It just makes me sad I can't get you that car. Not right away. And you know how money sort of flows away these days. I just wish there was some way to get that fifty bucks for the car." He looked up at her, her face framed by the twin peaks. I thought back to my discussions with Philippa and snorted. 'It's a man thing' indeed! Was it such a big deal that I was (I'd worked it out) give or take, twenty-five years older? What was I so worried about? The worst that could happen was that she'd say no ... wasn't it?This became an obsession. I was still lugging my lap-top around, but I certainly wasn't getting much writing done. I'd even resorted to solitaire; sad, or what? I'd visited Philippa and Helen – regularly, in fact – and tried. It was a very unsettling feeling."Feel me pressing the sides of your waist as it shrinks. Your brainbeing overloaded with near-orgasmic bliss and you have lost control.You're mine to mold and shape. You can only feel my power and thechanges I am making to your body. Breathe deeper. I can feel your fear.Your fear helps make me stronger. Feel the tingling behind your nipples.It's erotic and pleasant. You've never felt like this before. You arevery aroused and your arousal is building even more."I. We exchanged a sloppy kiss as he gave me back some of what I had given him.I finally broke the kiss and started to move down to his cock again, so I could taste his cock again. He stopped me instead. "In a minute," he said, "let's rest a minute."We got up and he refreshed our drinks. I was getting pretty tipsy by this time. Chuck sat down in his big living room chair and he had me straddle his lap while we drank. He would idly pinch my tits and play with my cock, which was already rising again..