Your green eyes look at me briefly, before looking down at the black scarf in my hand. “Good.” I turn you around, place the blindfold over your ey...s and tie it behind your head. You let out a deep sigh, as if you’re about to dive from a cliff in unknown waters below and are mustering all the courage you have. Noticing your body tense, I move closer, press my body into yours, and slowly run my hands down your arms before I reach for the doorknob. The feeling of my body pressed against you, one. I was powerless; I had to stare. Often, I suspected, she didn't wear a bra. Sometimes when I'd give her a hug, I'd be sure of it. She was chief among my illusionary women and an active masturbation fantasy. Her dark-eyed serious stare was often interpreted by me as representing her knowledge of my unbridled lust. Of course, that made it all the juicier.Back to the story: Once Sally and I were sitting together in her living room. Actually, she was sitting on my lap as I sat in a large,. I began to tug away, eyes closed and my head resting on my pillow. I reached underneath my bed and pulled out my other best friend, the dildo which I bought online.I lubed up my fingers and began to finger myself very gently, trying to expand my anus before the entry of my dildo. In between alternating insertions of my fingers, my hand slid up and down my cock which was soaked with my pre-cum at this point. When my anus finally felt relaxed I went ahead and pushed the dildo inside. I let out a. I had the biggest orgasm I’d ever had that night and Frank fucked me for hours.The next day I could hardly walk and Frank wanted more but in my more sober and slightly sensible, as well as delicate down below, state I declined him. That was when he moved things on a little and told me I could live with him rent free if I became his fuck piece on a Friday I told him I was shocked at the prospect and went back to my flat. The following Friday came and my pussy had been wet all day as I thought.