But I did shiver—a shiver of fear, I suppose, or possibly arousal. Ash leaned forward, and planted his mouth upon my neck. Black porn I didn’t resist—I knew I was fucked no matter what I did. I managed to get myself off twice before my husband came to bed, and I had to pretend to be asleep. He was eighteen, the same age as Georgia, but he held himself with the confidence of a much older man. I couldn’t help but wonder: even then, had he been wondering what it would be like to touch me? He walked with…well, with a swagger. As I came, perverse thoughts burst into my head, and I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t help but wonder: even then, had he been wondering what it would be like to touch me? I thought that he just wanted to touch an older woman—maybe as a power thing. There was a brief pause as he reached down to guide my other hand, but it didn’t take me long to work out what he wanted, and soon I was fervently rubbing myself, as I swallowed as much of the
