Moist heat surrounded my penis as her body took me in and she began rocking slowly, her beautiful face now an art treasure of passion and ecstasy. I w...s pumping too and had to restrain myself a bit or she’d have flown off like a rider from a bucking horse. I don’t remember what was said but the two of us loved and fucked, we moaned, encouraged each other, we rutted and cursed and fucked some more. Rosalind’s proper British voice treated me to a litany of heaven-sent profanity and I responded in. For some reason I couldn't muster up the energy to panic, or to be scared or, well, anything really.What the hell was going on here? If I'm dreaming then it's a pretty shitty dream. Am I dead? Is this limbo or something? Couldn't be heaven. No clouds. Or pearly gates.Hell maybe? Purgatory? Wait, isn't that for babies. The unbaptized kind? I think that's what I heard from someone, somewhere... Whatever. I don't know much about religion.Anyway, this sucks.Your not dead.I jumped at the sound of. " He never asked for sex?" No, never. I asked him once why he didn't and he told me it was because he felt I didn't belong with the rest of the bimbos. He was always very honest with me and never denied that he frequently sought the pleasures of the local bimbo community; the fact he worked for Sleek Curvosity meant he had access to a constant supply fresh off the production line. But he reasoned to me that those girls were bimbos in both mind and body and they were never going to change, Sleek. " Obediently, I crawled to the couch and buried my face in his crotch,taking his cockhead in my mouth. Jay just relaxed on the couch, enjoyingletting me do all the work. His cock quickly grew in my mouth forcing meto climb up onto the couch to get the right angle to get his cock all theway in my mouth. Jay spread his legs, giving me room on the couch to workhis cock deeply in and out of my throat. Suddenly the phone rang and Ibegan to pull off his cock. A hand on the back of my head.