Her one-night-stand with two young fresher virgins had been an act of bravado after a miserable summer with Jeff, and although the temporary thrill ha... excited her at the time, I got the impression that she now regretted it.“You should have phoned up the twins and gone over there!”“Bugger! I never thought of that! Mind you, it took me a while to recover from the last time; they did a very thorough job on me.”Gustav could remember that night in Bristol vividly; we had all been dancing at a club. As my hands began squeezing and caressing your breasts my fingers took your nipples and began to tweak and pull on them causing instant hardness. Your lower body began to rock against mine letting my penis caress between your cheeks stimulating your butt hole. Your hands grabbed mine and moved my hand between your legs as you pressed you body forward awaiting my touch. I let my fingers move slowly up and down the length of your slit touching it just enough to make you shiver. ‘Mike, make me. “I can’t move somewhere else. I can’t afford the time to relocate. I can’t take the disruption. I can’t be walking up and down those steps. So,” she didn’t give me time to analyze what she was saying, “you will be at my beck and call, twenty-four seven. Whatever I need, you’ll get. Whatever errands I want you to run, you’ll do. I don’t care if you have to take a long vacation or quit your job, this is non-negotiable.”As a contract software developer, I set my own schedule and can mostly work at. I called her “ma douce” by her breasts, “mon hétaïre” by her throat. And I will swear, by the way her mouth widened at the touch of the iron, she felt the words in her flesh, as the pen darkened her bright red lips with hard capital letters that read: “MA PUTAIN”.I couldn't stop, dipping the pen time and time in her cupped hands. She was trapped by the ink she held, and adored by the ink that held her. Her face soon was covered in fine dances of black and naughty words. A masterpiece of a poem,.