Unable to speak, I watched as she slipped it on and buttoned up the front before smoothing down the front of her skirt.Then she turned to me. "Sometim...es, Henry," she said as I stood there in all my spaced out nakedness, "It's not a matter of who we are but of what we are." Are you alright?" I asked her.She nodded and smiled briefly at me. The kind of smile that said everything was going to be fine. That she understood the name of the game. "You finish your shower, sweetie," she said, "I really. Her life was ruined. As she’d done many times before, she simply stopped, assessed her strengths and weaknesses. She’d need at least $3,000 to replace her old car and she still owed the tax bill. She had two jobs that would have paid her well and solved the tax problem shortly but now, she was ruined! She thought about her fatigue and knew she couldn’t continue. Then, she remembered Jan Goulstedt’s proposal, a thousand dollars for a couple hours of her time. It was all so simple! Of course,. Let me just say it was excruciating and wonderful at the same time." "Have you always been so open minded about sex?" I asked. "Probably not," she went on, "I'd only been with a girl once before. It was the summer before I left for university. I was working at an inn in Yufuin and I met this couple. We spent a crazy night together. We did all kinds of things. It showed me sex could be something other than an expression of love. It can be about sharing pleasure and being free from. He would probably lick and finger her rear passage, was that OK? It was. They would kiss passionately, open mouths lots of tongue, she would wank him, hold his balls, suck his rod kneeling in front of him or any way he wanted, she would massage his cock with her feet and breasts if he wanted and anything else he thought appropriate. If he chose to he would cum on her face, or tits or any other part of her body but probably between the legs. She would get on top of him and ride his dick. Did she.