I thought of his incredible skills with tongue, fingers, hands and cock. He didn’t press charges. “Honey, my love, my sweet, adorable whore slut, I would do my best as a man to keep you settled and satisfied, but I know and understand your prodigious needs and would be proud to assist and facilitate fulfillment of those needs in every way.”
What could I say but “Yes”. He made love to me there in the wide open beside the lake, very gently at first and later, more vigorously so that I was able to detach from my body and soar amongst the big fluffy clouds above, dipping, floating, soaring, gliding, guided somehow by Paul’s tool implanted deep in my belly. I seduced professors, post-graduate students, visiting lecturers, athletes and engineers all with wild abandon.
