.she walked over the the counter and spread her legs...looking at that beautiful cunt and asshole turned me into a wild mani rushed over bent her over...and slamed it in her lil brown puckerd latina asshole i began pumping away tryong to getmyself hard agian i reached around and began playing with her pussy rubbing her outer lips and shoving 3 fingers inside friggin her clit i began kissing her neck shoulders and back then it felt like we became one all our rthems were down perfectly it felt like. Jim had to press down on her legs to try to keep his mouth on her. The cries subsided into moans, then tapered off all together into the sound of them breathing heavily while Jim rested his head on her stomach. Jim nearly jumped when he realized he had been standing in the middle of the room for quite a while reliving this part of their encounter. He marveled at how some images were so vivid, others just a jumble of sensations. He realized that he could recall exactly how she tasted at that. .I felt tears in my eyes. The incident? The Bad Thing? Any word otherthan......Say it, I told myself.Since my rape --- that vicious betrayal by a client who had been playinga game of his own that I didn't even realise I was a participant in ---I had barely functioned as a person, never mind as a Mistress. I hadturned my back on the world. Hid from everything.I built a new website, creating literary and interactive games forclients old and new. Until now, those games had been my gateway into. Ten minutes later, he had made arrangements to have Ann meet with a psychiatrist in three hours. This was a special arrangement; a professional courtesy as it were, from the psychiatrist to Dr. Sharon, and Dutch gently removed the brandy tumbler from Ann's listless hand, and emptied it into the kitchen sink."You need a little nap," he said kindly to the humiliated blonde."I am tired," she responded apathetically.Dutch swept her into his arms, carried her into their bedroom and placed her.