She very clearly understood Nina's compulsive need for self-degradation... self-debasement. God, who could understand it better than she could? She ha...d been involuntarily debased by the vile spectacle she had witnessed on the porch that afternoon, and for months afterward had continued to defile herself, plunging headlong into an apparently bottomless pit of lonely self-debauch. She picked up her own glass and slowly drained it. She felt completely sober. The fright she had experienced seemed. "Looks like you could use some help." he said. "Thank you so much sir." she said. Mike lifted the box and she guided him into the livingroom. "I'm Mike." he said. "Jill is mine." she said. They both shook hands and started talking. She explained about her husband being a salesman and never being in town and having a little one in kindergarten. That she was still looking for work and hated staying at home. The whole time she was speaking Mike was looking at her luscious lips and how he wanted. Deep, soft and commanding.“Why are you alone in here again tonight, Johanna? A smart woman as sexy as you deserves more – so much more.”Then from the corner of the dimly lit bedroom, a figure emerged and stood close behind me. I jumped a little at the feel of his muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me close to him, safe and warm. He gently kissed me behind the ear and I felt a tingling sensation as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. His lips then traced a line of soft, warm,. Once more, slowly he withdrew and thrust into her. He then began a slow rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing. Steph was in heaven. She couldn’t control her moaning and groaning. His cock reached her very core. It was amazing. Her first orgasm arrived suddenly. As Fitz was thrusting Steph came. She had never come that quickly before. Her breathing was ragged and she just clung to him while her body went crazy. Her pussy juice dripped out of her. Fitz kept up his fucking. Shortly he moved in.