‘If you want something to drink, and since you aren’t driving, I’d suggest one of their Margaritas.’ She nodded and made herself busy with the... menus. Tony’s uncle, Julio, came up and made some suggestions for her, giving us both a chance to relax. Really, we didn’t know each other at all – but there did seem to be some, or several, connections between us. ‘How was your day, Lina? Did you get a chance to look at the book?’ Becoming animated, she said, ‘Jack, it was fascinating. I read half of it. Just as you think you can’t take much more, that the next one will leave you begging for mercy, they stop. You stand there panting, recovering from the pain, as my hands softly stroke your warm breasts. They’re so sensitive you almost pull away but manage to overcome the desire, letting me caress them and give what would ordinarily feel a soft squeeze.As I press my body up against yours, you feel my hands adjusting the clips on the wrist cuffs, freeing you from the door. Your hands drop to your. "Okay," she said. "I'll just go pee." I'd need to take a shower and stuff." Okay. I guess I'll see you later then. Bye." And she left.I looked at the clock. It wasn't even seven yet. I had to pee, too, but I didn't want to pass Molly in the hall, so I curled back up under the covers, and for some reason I thought of her sitting on the toilet, and I thought of her soft dark triangle, of a boy touching her there, his fingers probing, and my hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms.. .clear and simple. It's what she wanted...it's what she craved...and believed that all of us should do what we wanted most in life.Sandra was very, very wealthy...she was an individual of the first order...and pursued her desires without reservation, and without incumberance. She liked the taste of cum...and the swampy smell of a cock...and the incredible feeling of filth while on her knees doing the dirty.She lived in a mansion...removed from her nefarious activities...and ventured out when.