Much bigger, although her chances for comparison were limited to ... well very unfortunate men.She was very intimidated by this. Her heart felt like i...t was beating out of her chest, and her clit was throbbing. She was so tempted to reach down and rub herself. But she was 'his' bitch. She wasn't going to pleasure herself without his permission.She became very hesitant, extremely fearful that he wouldn't like whatever she had to offer. It would've been so much easier if he wasn't so good at. So liked being with all. I like more of romance, foreplay and oral, than intercourse sex.This is my first story of one of my experiences. Have always been reading the stories here, first time though to write my own story and see how people respond to my experiences. Please share your feedbacks and experiences or suggestions on the mail id: This story is one of my experiences, where in met this lady, elder to me from my work segment. I m into marketing with one of the companies in Delhi. I met. ’ Princess Juniper bit her lip in apprehension and nodded, moving around to the table and shuffling down the short bench to sit close to her dreamy pauper. She wrinkled her nose a little as she smelt a mixture of odours coming from the old man, mostly sweat and stale ale, but she had to remind herself that the common man did not bathe daily like the nobility. Those were good, honest and hardworking aromas. ‘Y-you’re Periwinkle?’ she stammered uncertainly. ‘I am,’ he replied with a wide smile,. "You're right; I have nothing on you unless you have a conscience." Oh, please, don't lay that on me. That slut deserved everything she got."I had promised myself that I would keep my temper in check. Otherwise I would be stooping to his level. But I let him find my weak spot. He saw that he had me pinned against the ropes. I stooped to his level."That would mean that if any of the females close to you, your mother, Clarisa, Rosita..." Stop! Don't mention them in that context." He rose to his.