Desperately.My fantasies had begun relatively benignly, straight sex, perhaps even romantic sex. As the weeks passed, my masturbatory efforts explored...deeper and darker fantasies. Soon I was filling her every orifice; handcuffs appeared, nipple clamps, harsh spanking that left lingering marks on her firm round ass. I imagined her as a demure virgin, a wanton slut, a submissive willing to meet my every dark need.One blissful night I had conjured Emma’s image in my bed, wrists locked behind her. Not used to interviewing people, he scratched his beard trying to decide what he was supposed to be doing. Finally, he said, “Our people usually wear work boots, jeans and university shirts. We provide ten shirts a year, but you can buy more at the university store. You’ll have to provide the jeans. You’ll also be responsible for washing your shirts.”“Sounds reasonable,” Jack said surprised that the man had mentioned work clothes. He had never had to wear a job uniform before and was used to. His cock rose to meet her hand. Inside the newly created gap, she felt his crinkly balls. She ignored them, not giving any thought to the indirect impact that they would have by generating his sperm.Lenny reached down and lifted his waistband, pulling it down to expose his member to the daylight pouring through the window. Sara studied this brand new vision, the angry red crown, the veiny five inch shaft that she had heard so much about, read so much about and yes, daydreamed of almost every. I pulled myself out of thepool. The little girl checked over the female lifeguard who was coughingbut otherwise seemed to be ok. She then turned to me and said, "Jim?"I shook my head and said, "Sorry that wasn't my name." Well you must have been a lifeguard to know how to do that," the littlegirl said with a smile. "I was afraid my body was going to drown."I smiled a bit and said, "I wasn't a lifeguard. I had just learned somebasic knowledge in school." Well I'm glad you did," the girl said.