This time I gripped my cock and slid it back into her pussy, right where she wanted it. I thrust into her and started fast, wanting to make her cum vi...olently again. I knew I was close to cumming after I had been thrusting into her for a while. She had her towel in her mouth and every thrust I made into her I could hear her scream, no matter what she did. I was so scared her husband would come up but that just made me thrust into her deeper and harder. Suddenly she turned around and stared into. And then, once we'd looked at our diaries and consulted our horoscopes and had a bout of the flu or cold feet or whatever, we finally decided that we would meet. In 5 weeks time...Then the tension ratcheted up a bit. We knew where one another lived and worked. We could have just turned up and said hello, but we were strict.And we introduced another little tweak: we'd stay celibate for a week before we met. No orgasms, solo or with other people. No playing, no touching, no release...It was hell. I take in all of these sights and sensations as my own vision dims. My cock is harder than it has ever been a steal rod deep inside the tenderest portions of her body. When I cum it feels like a shot gun blast deep inside her body, she begins to shake and tremble right before I cum and as I do her body jolts like mine, locked solid together, intwinined intimately, both of us livening in that eternal moment.I collapse on top of her at the same time her body goes limp. I remain inside her while. But wait. Wait. How was it her fault? How was this her fault? VR-Laurie, VR-Laurie, do you have the answer? Do you have the right answer for—I do. This is your fault.I did? But . . . but it’s not my fault. But I have the right. The right to wear what I want. The right to dress any way I like. The right to go anywhere I want.You do. You have all those rights. But you have to understand: You are powerful. So powerful. So beautiful, and so powerful, and this man didn’t have a chance.He didn’t have.