All instincts told me… Don’t go there, girl. Just fall in lust.I tried to treat him as a friend with benefits, a fuck buddy. I didn’t want a pa...rtner, I just wanted someone to have fun with, then say goodnight. No emotion fucking with my brain. I’d managed to duck Cupid's little arrows in the past. This time he aimed better.Anyway, the affair was a hot one from the minute I first dropped my panties. I found a raging sexuality inside me I didn’t know existed. Seems I just needed the right man to. In fact it was so completely dark I was beginning to wonder if my eyes were even open.I tried to touch my face to make certain, but nothing happened. Nothing moved. In fact, I couldn't feel my hand at all. I couldn't feel anything. No arms, no legs, no nothing. I had no sensation of my body whatsoever.After realizing that fact I noticed that I couldn't tell which way was down either.I started to panic.... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster up the energy to panic, or to be. That was the kind of view that everyone who worked for her parent had – it was a partnership and not a dictatorship.Betsy said, “Do you remember the tea party with Bess?”“Who could forget that,” Alice said. She clicked her tongue and then added, “That was a memorable day.”Betsy said, “You know, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a tea party. How about we invite Bess and Sally in for one?”“That would be nice,” Alice said. “It has been a long time since you’ve done anything like that.”“Sally. I just the love the up-curved ones but the straight-out horns were OK too as long as they are skin-stretchers. I really can't tell you how many I've handled.George's was kind of thin but it was nicely curved and pointed upward, and I smiled and licked my lips, planning on at least three sweaty couplings, one with me on top. I sure hoped he was cherry. He looked it, shocked and embarrassed.I walked across the rug in the dark hall, rolling my hips and tensing my chest muscles as he reached down.