I guess I should call it a ?chilldo? I silently (for several reasons) laugh. Gallows humour is the best kind.The hand starts to expertly work the hea... and I would squirm if I could, but I am held in place to the pole behind me, not by miles of rope, but by the simple, elegant solution of a very large, very unmovable plug up my ass with its base attached to the pole.I am mortified to realize I am really starting to get close as this guy speeds up. I guess no one knows their way around a hard. And each time after I found sexto be good. I was addicted to great sex. Dr. Martin says it is quiteunusual for a pretty woman to have such a down to earth view of sex. Hesays it is usually plain women who are so blessed, women who feel the needto please their men. I dunno. The lover I have now is a few years older than me. He is wealthy, andcan easily afford to pay for the furnished apartment where I meet himseveral times a week. Unlike most women, I don't LOVE him in the usualsense. . I wanted to make a good impression and was telling Amy's dad how we met and about what I did for a living. However, strangely, for the last 10 minutes my ))Instinct was trying like crazy to tell me something, even though I had turned it off. Amy noticed me struggle more and more to ignore it. She took me to the kitchen to talk discreetly with me."Sophie, if you need to go, you should." I don't want to give your parents the wrong impression." Just go to the toilet, try and memorize it and take. It was a week after my 16th birthday that I met Paul. He was 20 years old and at college. He had taken me out a few times and we had sex in the back of his car, twice. He said that he would like to do it in comfort and invited me back to his Frat house. I had really enjoyed sex with Paul, he was considerate, kind and a good lover. I was completely besotted with him and would do whatever he asked of me.On the evening we where to go to his Frat house, Paul had asked me to wear a very short mini.