.. one a gentle lover... the other like a wild animal. I should hate the animal for what he did to me.But, did I... really?Today, something had change...d inside me. My body longed to relive that pleasure again, to feel that animal energy penetrating my body, the brutal thrusting and massive force of ejaculation inundating my pussy.I squirmed on the bed, squeezing my thighs, trying to stop the sudden flow of wetness seeping from my cunt.When I finally drifted to sleep, I was soaking wet between my. I nibbled and suckled his nipples to warm them. He hesitantly let me go and placed his hands by his sides on the floor, leaning back, extending his legs out in front of him. I stood up, removed my jeans as quietly as I could and set them on the pile. Moving to straddle his lap, I took another sip of beer, put my mouth over his and kissed him. He kissed back and swallowed as I playfully nibbled at his bottom lip and pressed my breasts against his naked chest. Holding the bottle up to his lips,. I could have hired a small crew of young men to do the same thing, but workmanship being what it sometimes is, I chose to do it myself, and I pocketed an extra two grand in the process.It had been a long two days, and I had been a filthy, clammy and hungry fucker. I was a bit on the horny side, also. I had chosen to pass on the urge to jerk-off in the shower, thinking I might have some new email invitations from my online personal ad I had been trolling on I had hoped there would be a. " Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, "But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my body past.