Her hand; her hand had a warmth and softness to it that spoke of calm control, and the firmness of her handshake told me that she was a confident and ...self assured young woman. But then I lost sight of her. Her uncle took her to meet other people, and I was watching her closely while trying not to stare. She talked with other people at the party, flirted in some cases, with an air of confidence, and in control of the situation. I have always liked that characteristic in a woman. As she had her. ..”She looked up at him, quickly. The man took his smart-phone out. Checked something. It took her a while, then it dawned on her; he was watching porn on his phone!“He is lucky to be married to a skilful whore like you, Geraldine...”Maybe, but Paul never did anything close to this. A bit of blind-folding on a few, select occasion, a few blow-jobs and some bland lights-out sex. Never what she really needed and wanted, never taking control over her. “You will suck a lot of cock before this is. . had a fight last night." Oh God." Marleen's voice was a dull, hollow mournful tone."What is it, Mrs. Franklin? What's the matter? Has Wendy disappeared?" He knew he'd been rough on the girl, more out of anger and frustration than anything. In fact, Clyde had been sitting around, wrestling with the idea of apologizing to Wendy. Now her mother was calling, obviously worried to a fearful pitch. "Listen, Mrs. Franklin," he repeated, catching the fever of hysteria. "Listen, is she gone?" Yes. I. ?I want you,? I had told him, stone sober, my hands fisting his jacket outside the door to my own lonely apartment. ?I know,? he said. Then his hand in my hair was holding me still, he took my keys and opened the door for me, pushed me inside, and left. That’s how it started. The first time we fucked, I came the second he thrust inside my pussy. Later, while we were lying naked together, I had grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs, whimpering in need. He’d reacted instantly, whipping.