We looked at each other and I leaned forward and kissed her open mouth, our tongues swirled around each other, we were lost in ourselves. She continue... to rock back and forth, I moved us over to the edge of the pool, where she laid against the side spreading out her arms and I continued to thrust into her warm pussy. I leaned in and kissed her breast pulling the material to the side I licked her nipples and sucked like I needed her milk once again. With each thrust I sucked her nipples and knew. In my sleep I was aware of marvelous, stimulating sensations running through my body. The sense I had was of a gentle and caring lover touching and sucking me. My pussy was being stimulated with gentle jabs and suction while both of my breasts and nipples were being sucked. My mind was struggling against these thoughts and that pulled me awake. I didn’t have a gentle, caring lover. I had b**st who was an a****l in his loving (literally, too). And, how can a lover suck my breasts, nipples, and. You know, I wanted the marrying kind not the partying kind. The few women I did date from college were just not my type. I was visiting with one of the guys on a Friday night at the pool hall and he mentioned Roxie. I hadn’t thought of her in ages. Hell, I hadn’t even thought of Janice. This was before cell phones had been invented so I went into the back of the pool hall and used the pay phone to call Roxie. On the spur of the moment I had decided to ask her out. To my surprise she agreed to. He would not, must not, use these girls for more than their information, their data. Eric had no clue what a woman in the heat of total desire was capable of. When he entered the room and saw all of his subjects writhing on his bed, their fingers dangling at their thighs, clutching themselves madly to keep from touching their desperate need, he realized that he was torturing them. ‘We need to stop girls. I don’t want to hurt my subjects – I just intended this to be…a way to get information.