. I felt a tear roll from my eye. I’m fine. It hurts, you’re really big in there... but it also feels so good Matt. Just go slow, ok?” He smile... more with his eyes than his lips and I felt him pull out and then press in again. The feeling was sooo odd - a mix of pain from the torn skin and pure sexual sensations unlike any I’d ever felt before. When he pressed into me I’d feel this blissful tiingle as our pubic bones met and spread a wonderful pressure into my clit. I couldn’t stop looking at. As my fingers glide across my quim, I imagine you taste me, and shutter at the feeling. My short shoves approach, as I sense your tongue caressing my nub. The peak settles, and I fall into sleep to dream of you, my love.Heaven awaits dear husband, please return to me soon.Faithfully and forever your,Josephine*November 19th, 1860My dearest Josephine,Your letter has reached me in Julesburg, Colorado. It is still some seven hundred miles to home, but I am well rested and hope to complete a double. He would start her off on the noon to 6:00 pm shift so she could see some action, but it was still fairly calm. The people getting off work wouldn't be there just yet, and the crowds would be smaller and less rowdy.The club lay at the crossroads of two major freeways and outside of the city limits so that, coupled with his "protection" from the police, allowed him to stay open 24 hours a day. He ran four shifts of girls, each working six hours per shift unless they wanted to double up and work. It is an Shakalu tradition to pour gazelle blood over your chosen mate, and I was eager to participate. My thin lipped, puckered, lap flounder secreted large doses of fluid, and was yet to even be touched. Jafu was quite the tease. For hours upon hours he would tenderly lick up and down each of my legs, to my breasts, slowly spreading the blood upon each sector of my aching body. It was nearly midnight now, I arrived at 6pm. His turgid member loomed over my female counterpart. “Beautiful things.