This should beconsidered part 1 and I hope to write more. I hope you enjoy!----------------------------------------------"James?" Davis said. "You hav...en't said anything for nearly two minutes." Oh sorry...you just gave me a lot to think about," I replied, stilltrying to get my head around what he had just suggested.Davis was my friend and perhaps more importantly the publisher of mywork. Not many people knew that I was the writer of the 'Lucy Chambers'series of erotic novels. The books were the. Normally, she would never shy away from his touch, not even if it was laced with punishment. Shh, he soothed, gently prying her legs apart and wiping the dirt away from them. He then pulled her forward, having her rest her head on his shoulder as he wiped the dirt from her back. Her body still shook, and bumps had begun to form on her bruised flesh. He finished wiping the dirt from her back before he unclipped her bra and slipped it from her shoulders. Pulling the soiled bra from her, he sat. What was it about Justin that made me sopassive? He placed his hand on my leg and asked if I liked that. Since wewere alone and I felt so vulnerable, I admitted that I did. I quicklyexplained that I wasn't gay or anything, just curious. This made Justingive me a look that told me he knew I was not telling the truth. Iblushed again.Justin told me, "It would be better if you were honest with me, I don'thave a problem with you being gay. In fact I bet I know more about youthan you think I do."I. We smile lovingly at each other not caring what he saw or heard on the way to the restaurant.I bend over arching my back and spreading my legs a little farther than usual so you can get a quick peak at my cunt, wet and shiny in the moonlight as I step into the limo.No verbal invitations are needed. You slide your fingers into my hot wanting cunt as you follow me back into the limo, removing them when I sit down next to you. You taste one finger, and before you can put the other finger into your.