She was hesitant. She said she cannot talk such sexual things with any friends. She will talk those things only with her husband. I said as friends we...can talk anything. She was not ready for that. One day I wanted to tell her one sexual story. She somehow agreed to listen to it. Then I started talking sexy with her. Half way she stopped me and said, she cannot talk such things with friends. She got little annoyed and stopped talking to me for few days.I continued my email communication with. "I... I'm sorry. I thought you would like it. I... I wanted to give you some fun, something you would enjoy. You saved my life again, Sammi! I could be his slut right now, and worse, he would have made me so I enjoyed it, if it wasn't for you. Or worse, Megan would be dying inside as she was trapped with him. He wouldn't make her enjoy it; he wants her to suffer, for picking Daddy over him. I owe you so much; I thought I could give you some fun for a change. I see how you look at Daddy; I. As he got closer, she could just imagine the lust in his eyes, his big cock unable to deny it, his urge to take her as his own, right now! He stops, only a few feet from her, and the tingle of a hand passing over her skin – not enough to touch, its shadow tantalizing her shoulders, and then her face. Little did she know, the Delivery Man was pausing as he went to take out her gag, his next breath ready to for some awkward explaining. But he didnt. And all she felt was his hand move down,. Her breasts and nipples tingled as she enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him. Her clitoris throbbed in time with his cock, her labia swelling as her vagina began to moisten with her desire. She began to swallow his cock, sucking deeply as he massaged her shoulders in time with her.He could stand no more, his legs trembling as she worked on him. He dropped to his knees and kissed her once more, forcing her backwards as he did so. He lowered her gently kissing her body as she fell away from.