She pushed as hard as she could so he was in as deep as he could go inside her. Then she began to slide up and down and up and down first slowly and c...refully, then faster and harder and deeper and faster until she was in a fucking frenzy rocking back and forth and sideways, rolling around, grinding her clitoris as hard and fast as she could against his pelvic bone. The more excited she became the more pleasure he derived from the ride she was giving him. She fucked better than her mother and. My strength lifts you from the bed and yet when you finish with me it fails you, slipping limp from your depth as you wait for more, something more.Imagine yourself Helen of Troy, a woman so beautiful that men will risk their lives, will risk entire nations just to look at you, to touch you, to feel the infinite soft wonder inside you. Imagine the reverent first touch of a man’s fingers to your face, fingers roughened in a single desperate search to find and capture you. Then his fingers weave. She smiled in a shy way and sipped some more wine. I knew she was getting a little loose and accommodating because I could she her nipples starting to poke out of her top and her face was getting redder than that wine in our hands. So I took a bold move and asked her how her sex life was, I know, probably a stupid idea, but she didn't seem to think so. She told me how it was awful and how she hadn't been laid in weeks. Her husband was a workaholic and she loved him, but she had her needs too.I. Then this striking, and I mean striking women joined him." Leigh gripped her arm as a means of emphasizing what she was saying. "I think she was his slave." Really? What gave you that impression?" How 'bout the fact that she wore a wide black-velvet collar?"Gabby emptied her drink and signaled for another then said, "Okay, that's exhibit A." And she wore the shortest skirt. So that when he commanded her too..." Wait a minute. He commanded her?" Exactly. They has some prearranged signal for.