Suddenly the objects of my desires were gone from me. I lay there in myblackened universe, soaked in sweat and semen, my body jerking from the spasmso...f erotic afterglow, the taste of salty nectar on my tongue and cum oozingout of my lower orifices my only reminders of my sexual bliss. My erotic euphoriareplaced by a desperate need for more sensual contact as I felt myself beggingmy users to return. The determined, self-assured businesswoman now replacedby a wanton slut, nymphomaniac, wanting. ‘Please come in,’ she said and I followed her into her apartment. I walked behind her and enjoined every move she made.Her apartment was amazing. Like walking into another time. Like the fifties. Only the TV and the DVD told me that this was not the fifties. She offered me to sit on the couch. She walked over to a little table with bottles of liquor.‘Can I offer you something to drink?’ she asked.‘A whisky with no ice would be nice’.‘I only have Tullamore Dew, not a whisky drinker my self, I’m. And oh my, it felt just so good. For some reason it just felt way better than any of the sessions she’d had with Kate Terrence’s brother and father. Jessie Harper had no idea as to why this was so but then she probably wasn’t trying too hard to figure it out either ... not right now anyway. All she knew was that having Bjorn make love to her right now felt like the very first time. Whether or not it was didn’t matter - it just felt so incredibly good - right up until the moment of the fireworks. ? Mary did as she was told. ?Isn?t that more like it?.What do you say now?? ?I am a powerful confident woman, I?m in charge.? Maryremembered the words Pauline had given her and here, in front of the mirror shesaw the sexy woman she?d once been. She stood a little straighter, held herselfa little tighter, not bad, not bad for thirty two she grudginglyadmitted to herself. Still Pauline wouldn?t let her put on the dress butinsisted that she do her make-up first. As Pauline helped Mary felt that.