I moaned in pleasure as I slowly slid my shaftinto her delicate body, her pussy was so tight, but so, so right, Ilooked down through half closed eyes ...and saw her lying there under me alook of serenity and bliss on her beautiful face, this is why I lovedbeing a man, the animal act of entering your woman, I could never everbe a woman again and I gave thanks for that.ChristinaAs he entered me, something that had been broken was repaired, I feltwhole, I closed my eyes feeling him slide into my warm. He was a 17-year-old student who lived in digs a few streets away. He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to college, but he always made a detour and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.'Sometimes, she would be in her garden, on her knees, weeding. Those days he got to see her well proportioned figure, and hear her hum at her work. She had such a lovely voice, he thought. Other times she sat on her porch,. Bob said that he had reserved a room for us. We went to a door near the back of the club and Bob showed some sort of ticket to a guard there and he opened the door for us. We entered this long, very dark hallway with a number of doors along each side. Bob opened the door and Jill led me in. I was shocked to see a large room with a number of chains, whips, ropes, and a heavy, padded wooden table with rings attached to it. I looked at Jill in obvious surprise and. But before we could start that conversation, I had a full afternoon of meetings ahead of me, and a decision to make about whether or not I’d accept a request from a certain Nigerian doctor for a quick meet and talk.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Hi, Pete. Glad you could make it. Do you want a beer, or something else?”I smiled at Francis and went with his beer option, still wondering what exactly it was he wanted to discuss away from the girls. On the phone he’d been pretty.