Sometimes, when there are just the two of us well phone for a limo and cruise around for about an hour while we fuck. Of course we have to tip the dri...er $100 to clean up after us. She doesnt object because she can usually clean up after us for maybe $30. Sometimes, when we are with a couple, like you two, we like to share our limo experience with them. Didnt you like it? Yes. It was great. But fucking here, with that view of the Pacific Ocean would be at least as good. There was another. Your moans get louder. My mouth replaces my fingers on your neck, planting featherlike kisses wherever my hands have been. My tongue burns as it lashes your heated skin. Hands sliding now, my thumbs working the beads of sweat into your skin like oil. Yes, that’s it. Your sigh is like honey on my cock. Now it’s Sting’s voice: I could be lost inside their lies without a trace But every time I close my eyes I see your face… Your shoulders and upper arms beg for my attention and my hands are. There is a pond, and the sound of trickling water can be heard as a small stream of water constantly runs into the pond. This is our garden. Where we meet when we close our eyes. As we drift off to sleep, we are transported here. Sometimes in this dream, I can never make it to him. I walk and walk, but never get any closer to him. Other times I get close to him, but then his image fades away from me. Tonight, however, is the right night. I close my eyes and I’m immediately in our garden. Full. The girl that had fetched her now led her forth onto the stage to perhaps a little too loud if polite applause, just like any other act in any other club stage. She had cuffs on her wrists and a collar and chain, led like a dancing bear, by the girl both totally naked. She was manoeuvred till she stood backside to the wall, legs a little open, perhaps more than a little nervy, and her arms at her sides just as the girl on the film had, all expectant that the girl who led her on would be the.