Could it have been the libido drug?I tossed and turned all night relieving the attack and the next day I felt the same tossing and turning in a wakene...d state. None of the female staff could identify an odor from the samples tray. It occurred to me later in the day, much later than it normally would have had I been able to concentrate, that there may have been a chemical reaction with the oils on my skin, but I sure as hell didn't want to test that hypothesis.The sun had gone down and the lab. Me: Hmm I see. If you want, you can share it with me.Mary: Are you sure?? Can I trust you?Me: It’s your call.Later that night, we both exchanged our numbers and I started chatting with her via WhatsApp. We spoke a lot of stuff, about life, romance, loyalty, and sex. She badly wanted someone, as her hubby used to travel a lot and did not have time to spend with her. She started feeling comfortable with me and this chatting continued for the whole week.I was not trying to be naughty and was. As I do this, I picture the reactions the people I meet will have when they see it. I try to imagine what they’ll think when they taste and touch it. I work myself into quite the lather. After the bath, I dry myself in a nice big fluffy towel and apply body moisturizer to make sure everything is smooth to the touch and smells wonderful. Next is my hair and makeup and finally I decide what to wear. I wanted to wear something sexy but not overly slutty as we would be meeting in a public place. I. Striking her asshole squarely causing pain like she has never felt before.Another strike and tears are pouring from her eyes as she hears, "service my vagina, now or else!"Once the woman has settled and placed her heels on either side of Cheryl's face she point at her slit and waves the lash. Never having been with a woman Cheryl fights the urge to gag. But her tongue emerges and makes a tentative swipe along the gash. Cheryl is rewarded by another hard slash and the pain reverberates up her.