My sexual relief was self-induced.Becky smiled at me. “I can see your nipples darling. Are you turned on?” she asked. “Well talking about sex, e...ven with a dog, sort excites me” I admitted. “Why don’t I let him in and let him lick you and you might understand what I am saying” she said. At that point I should have said no thanks and returned home. But I trusted Becky and I never thought she would do anything that was dangerous. Weird? Yes, but not dangerous. “I don’t know Becky” I said.. He wanted to spit but forced himself to swallow. His head ached abominably from the pounding drumfire and his eyes felt raw and scratchy.Soon after dawn, the barrage rose to a final crescendo and seemed to reach a new peak of intensity. It seemed impossible that anyone could have lived through the torment. Phillip could feel the explosions through the trench wall. It was as though someone was kicking him in the chest and stomach. It grew so violent he had to pull back and drop into the bottom. It was neatly written in feminine handwriting on hotel room stationary.It read:I will return to your room at 8:30pm. I expect you to be wearing theoutfit I have laid out for you. When I enter I expect to see you facingthe door and bent over the ottoman with the anal toy inserted up your assas deep as it is designed to go. Feel free to wear whatever makeup youfeel appropriate. Do not attempt to lock or bar your door.M.My mind raced; a hundred different scenarios running through my head.Did. ‘You are right,’ I panted, ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ Her lips found mine again and we sucked and tongue wrestled so hard that I thought our lips would be mashed and bruised. Her hands found the hem of my polo shirt and pushed beneath it and I could feel her fingers and palms hot and soft against the bare flesh of my back her short clipped nails lightly scratching but not breaking the skin as they had before. My own hands were now beneath her top exploring the silk smooth skin of her thighs,.