We were just finishing up when Mindy came back. Anal porn I guess. I decided not to push it. She playfully slapped my hand away and said
“Stop that, haven’t you had enough of my butt?”
“Never.” I grinned as she walked away with her own smile. This was as much visual as it was mechanical stimulation. But, we’re not playing twenty questions. After 45 minutes, and into my third glass of wine, the bathroom door opened and Mindy stepped out. “Ow!” she whined
“Sounds like your conscience is OK.” I observed
“Mostly. Getting no rebuke, she lightly licked around the nipple and was rewarded with a louder moan. She was massaging my head, egging me to pound Mindy’s ass harder and harder, begging me to make Mindy scream in pleasure. If you’re right, and you’re up for it, then afterwards, we’re done. I would have been pissed, except I had a feeling that I was watching a master at work, and clinically. The intensity sent shivers down my spine, and I felt myself thinking Brian was right about this girl.
