By the time Ipaused the game, the moaning was gone, and it could have come from theTV or maybe it was a joke, but it really made me curious about what...washappening there.One Thursday, I decided not to play my games and instead try tounderstand what was going on. I closed my door, let them walk throughthe corridor to the living room, and let them chat for about one hour.When they went completely silent, I decided to act. Preparing the excusethat I needed to make some coffee to survive a night of. “No, no and I don’t want to” the woman pleaded.“Tough we don’t always get what we want, you sucked my boyfriends cock now you can lick my pussy you trollop and lick it good otherwise I will knock you out”.Frankie quickly removed her trousers and pushed the terrified woman’s face against her pussy “lick me you trollop and lick me good otherwise I will batter you” Frankie was in control now, she knew she could make this woman do whatever she wanted.She pushed her pussy towards her face again. . . waiting for marriage, and . . .’ My erudite and well-spoken companion was suddenly dumb-struck, and terribly like a bashful schoolboy. And I, who had always known what to do with bashful schoolboys, was mystified. Why could I not kindle a flame in him that didn’t flicker out before it even got started? This man had a mighty will, to be able to override the advances I had made. I thought perhaps if I could explain to him that I was a love goddess, that my life was dedicated to administering. When the passion used to shoot up, we touched bellies and induced more bare physical contact. On one particular day I remember I massaged her boobs and she was moaning like never before. Her moans were so loud that we had to lip-lock while I continued massaging her mounds.Kisses, smooches, fondling, caressing were stuff we indulged like a daily affair but with our lust soaring we had a consensus that it was time for the next step. We decided to go to the mountains and be close to one another in.