“You know, tie me up. “Craig, I’ve fantasized about fucking you every way to Sunday for a year now,” she said, an unusual shyness detectable in her voice. I wouldn’t do something like that to him,” I said finally. I stopped in the bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit and then returned to the bedroom with a couple of glasses that were half full. Apparently I just have to have the best orgasm I can remember in order to do it!”
I laughed and collapsed next to her, our bodies pointed in different directions. She started licking underneath my sack and I suddenly felt her knee against my back, pushing me further up her body. With my back to her and blocking her view of the nightstand, I opened it back up. “Just relax, baby,” she cooed, “Let me take care of you.” She took hold of my ankles and pushed them further back toward me. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said the ‘A’ word but this has nothing to do with him.”
“Shana, I don’t know. “Good girl,” I beamed.
