Pulling completely out, asking if she wanted it, and then ramming it back as she pleaded for me to continue. "That's it. Yes, that's it. You want it. ...ou wanted this. You're my little slut. Oh, fuck," I moaned, using my pet. She was making gagging noises more and more, and I could feel the tightness of her throat, but I kept fucking, using her mouth and fucking her face. This was so fucking good. She wanted it, and I needed it. Jesus, I was close now. "This is it. Shit, Penny. Ah, fuck, gonna. The sun had passed its zenith before I started messing with the fish. It had to be after 2:00. I got my crutch and started walking near the river.About a half hour later I saw some bushes up near the trees. I made my way up there and discovered that they were raspberries. I ate my fill, then put some in my boot for later. I was thirsty after eating and used my hands again since the boot was full. I was getting better or I wasn't as thirsty as before because it seemed a lot easier this time.I. Her husband was being wined and dined in the best establishmentswith gifts the like of which I never understood transpired in certaincircles. Jealousy is an ugly companion. She watched as I was transformedinto a fine specimen of female something or another, the idea escapesme, but here we are. I?m collected, doted on and no expense will bespared to ensure my happiness. These are things that I could neverafford when I dated Monica and now are an expected part of my clients?offerings. We do not. Henry called me every day, and I lied about trying to put together my own little trade business. "Something to occupy myself while I'm alone," I'd said, hoping my loneliness might communicate. He, of course, didn't believe a word I told him, but he was there, and I was here. Maybe he wanted it that way, but he sounded less and less sure of the isolation, wondering, I guess, what it all meant for him. Henry always did view the world from a relatively selfish perspective. I could sense some.