Each of his words caressed my body as he conducted me through his fantasy. I was so aroused; I could feel blood flushing my skin. "I purchased a tick...et and watched you take your seat. I desired you like I had no other woman; to know you, to feel you, to smell you; to taste you. My cock was hardening as my ache grew. I sat behind you and could smell the sweet scent of rain mingle with your perfume. It was heady and sensuous." His masculine voice spoke slowly and deliberately. He delivered each. In my darkest hours I'd become addicted to it, playingwith it and pleasuring myself whenever I became depressed. But for allmy manipulation I could never quite reach orgasm. It was like I'd lostthe power to climax. So I'd curse it for not giving me release, and thencurse it again during my periods, when abdominal pain knocked mesideways and I felt bloated and heavy.I looked down to my bust. My boobs were also a mixed blessing. Simone-the ORIGINAL Simone-had played a joke on me with some breast. Helena opened her mouth.With one quick move, he thrust his large cock into her little mouth. He was grabbing onto her short brown hair and then saying, ?Now suck me good you Slavic bitch.?Helena tried her best to suck him off. He was fucking her head and hurting her entire little head. Her jaw ached. Her skull ached.?Ahhh you have a good head their. What Slavic heads are good for,? Ryan riding her, using her hair as a horse?s rein and fucking her head. And putting up with this racist abuse.He. ” The connection was broken at the other end.Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that.