I couldn’t believe it when he said that reaching the ultimate level in sexual satisfaction was to utilize as many positions as possible and of cours... to make use of all the available orifices on the body for sexual pleasure, including my virgin asshole. I don’t know why, but I raised my ass in the air and permitted him to enter an area that no man, not even my husband, had entered. To my surprise, after a mild discomfort, my sphincter relaxed and it actually became somewhat pleasurable,. She’d been here before but she’d never lain in his bed before, merely watched him in it. The bed was much softer than hers, the sheets dark blue satin for pure comfort. It smelt of him, Saint, that all man, slightly cologne smell of his that had had her swooning for most of the time she’d been working for him. Even his pillows were permeated with Saint. Then suddenly it all hit her. Yesterday had been a disaster. She felt sadness choke her as she remembered. She curled tightly to her side,. He smiled at her thinking how much he liked it when she blushed. She prepared an early lunch for them but before she did the lunch, she went to her, now neat, bedroom and put on a blouse and skirt. She did it automatically, as though it was the thing to do, ignoring the fact that she had consciously, and continually adopted a ‘slob’ look for her time around the house. He wandered up to the deck at the time that they had both agreed upon for a light lunch. She came through the door with a tray. It's just not something I talk about. Frankly, I was worthless for a couple of days after the incident; I'd thought I'd put all that away. In general, that guy who carries guns and shoots people isn't me -- or isn't the me I'm used to having around nowadays. It got me some serious respect from the girls as the story made the rounds -- which I found embarrassing. Mack wanted to know if I would have killed that pissant, Marco. To be honest, I nearly did. You don't fuck around with firearms -- the.