. my real fantasy now, is being able to set up something like that with him . . . my sub now. I’m not sure how far I’d let it go (hopefully not to...o far), but I’d love to find a way . . . And if I could . . . I WOULD . . . someday I WILL . . . and THEN . . . ?I can imagine entering my home and seeing him there on a chair, in exactly the position he described to me. I would handle things a little differently than he did however. I know he would be expecting just a bit of ?play?, so he wouldn’t be. "I flick my tongue rapidly across her sex, her juices flowing excitedly from it. Boy this girl is a horny one."Ohhhh that feel soooo good Miss Silverman... UHHHH... YESSSS"I really am amazed just how brain dead this cunt really is. OF COURSE it's going to feel good. That's the point, else why would she be asking me to do it! Honestly!Her hands take hold of my head and force my tongue deeper into her steaming sex. Didn't I tell her last time not to do that? I can't have my hair looking all out. I work as a security guard, so I have to keep pretty fit, and, well, I must admit: I'm not a bad looker: but I just can't seem to have any luck with chicks. Not that I don't try, I regularly have girlfriends, but never very serious relationships.That all changed on one fateful day. My friend of many years, Kevin, had to go on a business trip to some way-out-there little tropical island. He was an expert on natural disasters, earthquakes in particular, and something in the area had been reported. "Turned his fucking head, you have. All this girly shitaround the house, all the make up you wear, the bloody clothes andfucking shoes you waste your money on."It had been about four months since I'd seen my husband last. What thehell was he doing here?"I saved you a seat," he yelled through the noise. He had a goodyelling voice, from coaching the kids in all his football squads. Iturned, in case Lexia had seen him, but she was sitting still and tall- like a prisoner waiting for the firing.