Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not ...nbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his. As such, he was one of Mrs Diane Kempe's deputies. He had a recognised police qualification from Earth, and a qualification in forensic studies to back it up.The lady in the affair was Betty Farjeon, currently a waitress in the village store in a new settlement on Rehome. A brunette girl 160 cm in height, in her early twenties; slim-waisted with prominent breasts, blue eyes and a small mouth; she affected red lipstick and a forward way of speaking.Charles, along with his boss Diane, had. She leaned down next to my ear and asked, "Tell me Adam, tell me what you want from me?" I want you to fuck me," I answered. Oh shit, I said it. It was going to happen again and there was no turning back.She kissed me and then said, "Well why didn't you say so sooner?" Standing up she pulled her blouse up over her head and undid her bra. As it dropped to the floor she revealed the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. They were about fist size, the fullness they had gave them some weight and. He sighed and said, “Just talking about sex with you has made my dick hard.” I looked down at his crotch and saw the outline of his dick pushing against the fabric of his pants. I stood up, took three steps, dropped onto my knees and pressed my face against it, opening my mouth and biting on it. After half a minute he said, “Harry buddy, that feels great, but someone might walk through that door at any minute. Get up. We can wait till tonight.” That night another new phase of my life.