“Yes, Sir,” and she grabbed her purse before following me out the door and to the car, a naked, filthy mess. Something had been lacking in Hope’s life. I was relishing in my hunger when her plea came. I listened to several seconds of fluid noises before she raised her head up, a trail connecting her lips to the cupped hands which were nearly spilling over with a mixture of my sex and her saliva. Her profile indicated that she had a boyfriend, and was “authorized” to be looking for playmates, primarily female playmates. “Goodnight, Hope.” She put the car into first, and I watched her taillights disappear over the hill. The beginning was easy enough. She wanted me to know how flexible she was, that she could go all the way down, and I observed, outwardly cool, and inwardly shaken. She had begged me- begged me to allow her to satisfy me.
