He even offered me a lift to the hospital to make sure I was okay and notin shock or anything, but I declined, saying I was going to go home andhave a... good soak and a cup of tea.Once the ambulance was gone and the policeman was finished with me, I didexactly that, but "relaxing" came hard for me as I kept thinking aboutthe passenger of the car and him calling me beautiful.Eventually, I did go to sleep that night, but I dreamed of him, and inthe dream this time I had been forced to give him CPR,. Though he tried hard not to be, Joe found himself becoming increasingly envious and sometimes, down right jealous of the massive amounts of carnally derived pleasure he was so expertly engendering within his sexual partners via his self-honed and well crafted techniques. As time went on and he settled into the dual sexual roles that the magical heels allowed him to enjoy, Joe realized that he had become enveloped with a narcissistic sexual conundrum that had him fantasizing about getting it on. "Beg your brother for his cock, Alexis. Beg him to fuck you hard, like the little whore you are."Alexis's breast continued to redden while my dick pleasantly throbbed inside of her at the sight, only accompanied by her nod and increasingly desperate eyes. "Darren, please fuck me hard. Please fuck me like a piece of meat and fill me with your cum to show me how worthless I am to anyone else but you." Such a good little whore. This is going to hurt, but only because you asked for it." she nearly. This was the first time she spoke to a man other than for official matters. She hadn’t even spoken to her husband like this, not even once. “I can’t disclose my name yet,” He stopped. “Call me admirer itself, have been in love with you the moment I saw you a year back. I didn’t know how to approach you. I didn’t know how to face you. But I knew I wanted you. Sorry if I stalked you.” He pleaded like a kid but with his rough manly voice.“Oh, no! You should have asked me out. But yes, a stalker is.