She came in and we ate dinner and talked. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she emerged I knew she was leaving my apartment tonight. ...he was wearing one of my white t-shirts that was completely soaked and basically exposing her breasts, pink polka dotted panties and she was doing that lip biting she always gets me with. She approached me slowly and seductively."See Darren, you know you can't resist me. Trust me you want me just as bad as I want you." she said. I was completely. The temptation was great as his fingers stroked along the delicate folds of her vagina, running between the folds and feeling her moist hole before he moved back upwards, touching her core for a second and smiling as he continued his circle of movements before he heard her moaning in desperation for his fingers to be inside of her and he obliged willingly, letting his middle finger push inside of her and create a rhythmic beat inside of her, a circle running inside of her that was free to move. “What kind of guy abandons such a beautiful woman who buys him a drink?” he said when he finally approached me. “The kind that needs help,” I said. “The drink is yours.” He looked a little puzzled, but picked up the martini glass, said “Thank you,” and drank a third of it in one gulp. “I’ll say he needs help, abandoning a lady like you,” he said, stinging me a little with ‘lady'; he might as well have said ‘cougar’. “Not that kind of help,” I said, “special help…sharing his wife help…” As a. Different than any other, for sure ~ and it was that difference that wove Him so deeply into her. And this difference she expected ~ even in the floggings ~ but such a difference had surprised her. More aggressive than ever before. More vicious than ever before. So much more powerful than ever before and with each blow, He growled ~ laying a rough hand on the crimson welt He had just created ~ stroking across it, smearing it with stinging sweat, inspecting it as if to see if it was to His.