Add that to the years they had dated, and it seemed there was a reason that their sex life had grown stale. Nothing wrong with it, exactly. But it was... very routine. They would get in bed and kiss goodnight, and two or three times a week the kiss would deepen, hands would begin roaming bodies, and intercourse would result. And it seemed about as lifeless as it sounds. Ben thought about that at work one day. He started out feeling bad about his sex life, upset at how boring it had become. He was. "Die Freundin schnalzte mit der Zunge: "Tss! Bestrafen! Wie sich das anh?rt! Irgendwie mittelalterlich. Warum l?sst er sich das blo? gefallen?" Sie z?gerte und f?gte dann hinzu: "Ich meine, sie ist doch in Wirklichkeit ein er, nicht wahr?" Wie bitte?" meinte da der Glatzkopf. "Das soll ein Mann sein?!" Also gut, wenn ihr schon alle dar?ber redet, dann k?nnen wir es auch ebensogut in Anwesenheit von ihr kl?ren" beschied da die Herrin des Hauses. "Christa!" rief sie in die K?che, "komm her und. Col took me further than Jay had ever done before, I had always sensed that Jay held back to protect me, I felt none of that unwanted restraint here. Each strike sent me on an overloading whirlwind of awareness, driving me wild. I needed to be fucked soon, the aching need clamoured to be filled.I hadn't realised that Col had stopped until I felt his body pressing against my back of fire and his caressing breath upon my cheek. He whispered in my ear, "Well done little girl" I shivered at his. He tried to hold her but she pushed him away. He sat naked next to her as she sobbed while he pleaded over and over."I'm sorry."I sat ignored on the bed, only a sheet for protection, holding my bruised shoulder as she lay on the floor askew, hugging one knee with the other leg splayed out. Her skirt had risen and I saw she wore a peach-colored slip that matched the color of the pumps she threw.She stopped her whimpering sobbing, “You bastards,” looked up at me, her mascara streaked down her.