And the more I thought about that, the more it turned me on. And so I just wanted to please you, that gives me such a wonderful feeling."I smiled. "Yo...u're pretty submissive," I said. "What about your own satisfaction?" She looked down embarrassed. "Dunno," she mumbled. "I always thought that wasn't important. And it gives me satisfaction to make you happy. I think I just don't need it that much."I shook my head. "Bullshit," I said. "What do you think of when you're doing it yourself?" She. The paint was four months old, and fading fast. It was a woman, thin and tall with just a small shred of color wrapped around her."Who's this?" Nobody. Just a model."She seemed satisfied, leaving my house with a beaming smile, and a promise to call.Martha lived in the room opposite mine. I knocked on her door. And hearing no reply, I opened and entered."Martha?" I'll be there in a sec, plant yourself in the TV, will you?"I couldn't find the TV. There was too much stuff everywhere. Unbroken. For instance, there may be references to a cab journey you never actually took, or mention of something you have not actually done in your path through the story. Please forgive me for such errors, and i hope that the depth and possibilities of the story make up for any such errors. For those of you who want to add their own threads, please do. Although the story is already nice and long, it would be great for others of you to take it in directions i had not considered. There are many threads. I start to fuck her and she starts moaning on my cock.She starts to unbutton her blouse and snaps open her bra (she still has her clothes on) and i ask her:- Hey, do you want me to get nasty with ALL of your body?- Oh yeah! I sure hope you will...20 thrusts later i take myself out of her mouth and sit her up. She has nice big hanging tits with very dark, very thick and rubbery nipples and still has her skirt on (she always dresses with blouse and skirt).- Let me see the rest of you darling! and.