I reached up with both hand and began to caress and tease her erect nipples. Her moans became louder as I gently pinched both of her nipples, twisting...them a bit between my thrum and forefinger.“Oh fuck, of fuck,” she panted as she continued to grind against my cock, her hand still a blur against her clit.She rocked forward a bit and reached backwards wither her free hand and began to caress her anus. Hey gyrations became wilder as another source of pleasure sent another orgasm rippling through. Had I any doubts before about its humanity, they were instantly erased.“Olivia,” was the only reply I could muster as it observed, appraising me with eyes the color of emeralds.At first I thought it might be human. It was certainly humanoid in appearance. The light of the pool exposed an elongated skull topped by a multitude of braids. My breath caught in my throat as I observed more carefully. The braids seemed to be moving as if independent. Writhing might be a more precise word, reminding me. ..For a brief moment, I came to love that stranger who asked for nothing and yet took everything. He became no one and everyone, I`d met him in a crowd and would lose him in a flat with flaking paint on its old walls. What is gained in public should be lost in privacy, it is less pathetic that way.It was then the phone rang, yes, he was arriving soon, no, he hadn`t forgotten their anniversary, how could he, he always remembered, yes, of course, he had missed her and the children, he loved. ’ She was about to close the door but Chad pushed the door roughly knocking the unsuspecting prostitute out of the way. ‘Hey, you can’t just barge in here like that, she yelled at him as he made his way to the bed to see a man lying on the bed naked as the day he was born smoking a joint. ‘This is a private party mate.’ The man on the bed said lazily taking another puff of weed. ‘Are you Greg Wilde?’ Chad demanded. ‘Maybe, who wants to know?’ he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, by.