I wondered if she was dreaming as she smiled occasionally as she slept. I knew that my flight was to depart in three hours, but I also knew that I was...not going to be on it. Gently I slid out of bed without waking Sharmili. I dialed the desk and asked the hotel to cancel my Saturday flight and book on the first available flight on Monday. I opened the room refrigerator and took and poured a glass of wine. I drew back the drapes and moonlight bathed the room. I sat near the window sipping wine. I grabbed it, picked it up, and examined it closely. It looked expensive. I turned it on, and it was very noisy. Just holding the tool in my hand made me shiver. I quickly put it back in the drawer, but after a moment took it back out. I had to try it. Just once. Just for a minute. I’d never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still nude, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussy. It felt fantastic. I thought. ”Giovanni laughed. “Not until you beg,” he said. “I’m just getting it wet enough for this.”He started pushing something into my bottom, not his thumb, not his cock, not his tongue; I didn’t know what it was except it was smooth, but I resisted the invasion of my ass, clenching hard. He shoved his prick into my pussy and it was so sudden, I couldn’t keep clenching my cheeks together and he pushed it all the way in, leaving a sense of fullness in my buttocks like I was trying to shit, but nothing. And even touch it, but no suckeeno fuckee..itdrove the bitch nuts..she begged..offered me money..sobbed.? And Ijust lether suffer. Fucking whore wantedher own son's dick more than anything inthe world. Just the thoughtof it turned me on.?? Okay so youthink Im a heartless bastard. I'm not really. Once ina whileI threw the cunt a used rubberto suck on. I just realize that inspite ofour moral attitudes, the worldreally revolves around sex..aroundfucking.And most people are just too cowardly to.