She wanted to suck. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. Something had been unlocked within her and she felt insatiable.Derek was acutely attuned to her bod...y language, and without her needing to say a word, sensed this need in her. She looked to the side and saw him reach into his bag yet again. She gasped as she saw him pull out a massive, red dildo. It was impossibly thick. She had never been fucked by anything that size before. But, in that moment, she craved it. She wanted to feel her pussy. Her call came earlier on Thursday night. I had lots to report, but first, I had to tell her what I was wearing. ‘I covered my chest with a T-shirt, and my feet with sneakers.’ ‘That’s not very interesting,’ she said, dismissively. ‘Tell me about the book. Did you have any luck?’ ‘No luck whatsoever. I searched Mackey’s name and got lots of hits about his newspaper work and the magazine articles he’s written, but there was nothing about a book. I’m wondering if it was published under a. I could hardlysee it. She told me it was quite small but said there was nothing toworry. She said my hair grew quite fast. In addition she also appliedalmond oil with which, she said, hair grew even faster. Great! Just tendays more, I could swing my ponytail! Sometimes she would braid my hairtoo! She said she liked to see me in two braids. At nights she wouldbraid my hair, though in the mornings, she would ask me to do my hairmyself. She maintained excellent cleanliness in the house. A lot of fucking, obviously. There had been pillow talk.“We could call him..”“He says he’s a bit tired and hungover…”“We don’t have to do anything, just hang out…”“Yeah.. he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We looked at each.